Originally posted by obsessed1
that can be arranged 
He rolled his head over to the left and saw Rodney sleeping in the chair beside his bed. His chin was dipped onto his chest and his feet were resting up on Sheppard's bed.
Sheppard wrinkled his nose as he stared at Rodney' socks and then tentatively tried to sit up.
The room was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach.
He couldn't really remember what had happened to him, but he wasn't hooked up to tubes and wires.
He just had the one I.V line which he promptly pulled out and decided he would go and find Beckett and ask him what had happened, rather than awake Rodney from his sleep. The man was obviously exhausted.
Sheppard pushed the covers aside and hooked his legs over the edge of the bed.
He waited to catch his breath, the morphine he was most likely on, cushioning him from any extensive pain.
He went to slide off the bed, got caught up in the covers and found himslef falling forwards with no hope of stopping.
He hit the ground face first and as he feebly pushed himslef up onto his hands, he could feel the blood trickling from his nose and running over his mouth. It dripped to the ground and his mind conjured an image.
Blood dripping onto his boots.
Rodney awoke with a start, getting up from his chair and running around to Sheppard in a few strides, "What are you doing?" he asked in a tired voice.
Sheppard reached for his stomach and groaned. The sudden movement of falling and the mere activity of being upright was beginning to make his stomach roil.
"Are you okay?" Rodney asked as he reached for a tissue to staunch his bleeding nose.
Sheppard kept his mouth clamped shut and shook his head.
"I'll get Beckett," Rodney said as he went to stand.
Sheppard reached out for his hand and shook his head.
"What?"
Sheppard groaned and felt the bile pool at the back of his throat.
"What? You're injured again aren't you?" he pointed at Sheppards nose, "aside from the obvious."
Sheppard took in a deep breath and the instant he did he felt searing pain in his chest. He opened his mouth to gasp and instead his stomach contents decided to make a break for it.
He threw up the meagre contents of his stomach onto Rodney's feet. He wretched, dry heaved and burped until Rodney called for Beckett.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Beckett asked as he helped get Sheppard back up and comfortable.
Sheppard groaned and wiped his mouth.
"Oh god, Carson," Rodney moaned as he removed his wet socks, "This is...just gross."
"Just wash your feet off," Beckett sighed, "Okay, lets take a look at this nose and check your stitches."
Sheppard allowed him to poke and prod as he made his examination. Grimacing when Beckett prodded a tender spot on his nose.
"Well, it doesnt look broken but it's going to hurt for a while. I can give you some more morphine if you'd like."
Sheppard didn't want to answer. He was still feeling sick to his stomach, so instead he swallowed thickly and put a thumbs up.
"You had us quite worried Colonel. You've been out for a week."
"A week!" Sheppard blurted out.
He regretted it instantly, but Beckett having recognised the signs, passed him an emesis basin.
"Aye. We've removed most of the tubes and wires. You were doing quite well until you took your spill out of bed."
Sheppard groaned and hugged the basin, "Feels great to be awake," he moaned.
"I have one good pair of socks and he soils them!" Rodney ranted, "I give up."
"Sorry Rodney," Sheppard managed to say.
"Well, i'm going to have a pair of yours as penance."
"Fine," Sheppard stated as he slipped further down the bed.
"A really good pair. Ones without holes."
"Fine," Sheppard said as he dizzily closed his eyes.
"Oh Colonel?" Rodney said prodding him back awake.
"Yeah Rodney?"
"It's good to have you back."
so this is just an 
Can you imagine getting up there and having to demonstrate bloody Shep whump? BWAH! No wonder Joe cancelled!
but thanks anyway.....
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