Enclosed spaces challenge: Accident by Terrie01

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Title: Accident
Pairing: McKay/Beckett

Rodney's arm was in the wall.

Beckett circled the other man, taking in the situation. It would be more accurate to say his
arm was in a maintenance access panel, to just above the elbow. "What happened?

McKay rolled his eyes. "What do think happened? I reached in to do some repairs and
now I'm STUCK."

"Yes, I can see that. But how did you get stuck?" He tried to get a better look at the area
where McKay had been working. "Did you stick your hand through a too small hole?"

"No, I--" Beckett reached out to touch McKay's shoulder and McKay swatted his hands
away, shouting, "Don't do that! As I was about to explain, there's something sharp. When
I try to pulls out, it digs into my arm. It'll probably open up my arm from elbow to wrist.
Who knows what sort of germs have been laying in wait for the last ten thousand years?
I'll probably get gangrene. Figures. I travel to another galaxy without problem, survive the
Wraith and die from getting my arm stuck in a wall."

"Oh, hush, Rodney. You're not going to die. Here, face the wall." Beckett stood behind
him, reaching around to run his fingers along McKay's arm. "It's got you at the elbow, you
said?"

"Yeah, about there." McKay grunted as Beckett leaned forward. "And now you're
squishing me."

"I'm not squishing you."

"Yes, you are. I can't breathe."

"People who can't breathe can't talk, Rodney. Now, hold still." Beckett's face took on a
thoughtful expression. "All right, I think I found what's got you. Damn, that's sharp."

Beckett pulled back, showing a clean cut across the middle knuckle of his right index
finger. McKay stared as the blood welled up. "Forget gangrene. I pull my arm out, I'll end
up bleeding to death."

"I told you, Rodney. You're not going to die. Just give me a moment, " said Beckett. He
bandaged his own finger and then pulled out a thick gauze pad. "I'm going to push the ...
whatever it is out of the way, then you pull your arm out."

"Don't break it," said Rodney. "It could be important."

"Look, do you want your arm out of the wall or nor?"

"Fine. Just be careful."

Beckett against reached into the maintenance panel, this time with only one arm, so he
could stand to the side. "Try now."

Slowly, Rodney pulled back. There was a long, shallow cut down his forearm. "Look at
that! I'm bleeding."

Beckett used the gauze pad to wipe away the blood. "It's no more than a scratch. You'll be
fine."

"What can I say? I'm a lousy patient."

"I would never have noticed." Beckett gathered up his equipment. "Oh, and Rodney? If
you've got the urge to go sticking your appendages into holes, I've got lunch in a couple
hours."

McKay grinned. "Sounds like a plan. And, Carson?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks."