sga_flashfic | Sensitivities by cat_77 [Role Reversal Challenge]

Title: Sensitivities
Author:

cat_77
Genre: Gen, bit of Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG
Length: ~1350 words
Summary: Allergic reactions suck.
Author’s Notes: For the

sga_flashfic Role Reversal challenge
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.

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Ronon blinked his gummy eyes open, the light sharp and painful before it was thankfully shielded by someone or something. He tried to speak, tongue heavy in his mouth. “Wh’ happen’d?” he managed, not recognizing the roughness in his own voice.

A cool hand was placed upon his forehead, small, delicate, welcomed. “Shh,” a voice he recognized as Teyla’s soothed. “All is well.”

He had the distinct feeling all was not well, especially given the fact his limbs felt too heavy to move, his head was pounding and fuzzy, and he had no idea where he was or how he got there. “Where?” he tried, pleased with forming an entire word this time. It wasn’t like he was a big talker normally, but at least he usually had the capability of doing so if needed. This lack of capability was unsettling, to say the least.

“You are in the home of the village elder,” she replied, soothing back loose tendrils of his sweaty hair.

The shadow above him moved, light filtering through on the sides to form a sort of halo around a rather distinct figure. “They wanted to move you to the healer’s hut but, considering you were having a major allergic reaction to their herbs and food, I thought that wasn’t the brightest thing they could do,” McKay told him. The scientist moved closer, still blocking what Ronon could now identify as a candle the size of a zjar’jin but close enough now to see his pale face, eyes lined with worry.

“Food?” he asked, voice still far too raspy for his liking. He reached for the cup-like thing on the small table next to him, hoping they would understand what he meant.

Given that his hand flopped around, heavy and jittery at the same time, he was surprised they caught his meaning. “Here,” McKay said, offering his own canteen. Between his and Teyla’s manhandling, and the little help Ronon himself provided, they managed to get him up into enough of a sitting position to take a sip.

“Rodney feels it is best you stick to solely our supplies for the time being,” Teyla explained, tipping the wonderfully stale, room temperature water towards his lips again.

He nodded, understanding the reasoning. If something here made him sick, he should avoid other things until they figure it out. “Food?” he prompted again, trying to get more of an explanation.

“You already want to eat?” McKay asked in disbelief. He fumbled around in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a mostly intact Power Bar. “Just don’t eat it too fast or you’re going to hurl all over all of us,” he warned, handing it over.

The thought of food made him queasy, but he knew what a gift it was for McKay to voluntarily share anything with him, especially anything edible, so he let it be placed in his hand, trying to tighten his fingers around it slightly. “Meant food here,” he clarified. “How’d it make me sick?”

He had to give McKay credit, he only glanced longingly at the bar in his hands once before explaining, “It contained something your body can’t process, like me with citrus. Gets in your system and shuts it down. Carson will have a field day trying to test you for what exactly it was.”

“Rodney saved your life,” Teyla told him, hint of a smile on her lips.

“Took two epi pens to even put a dent in it,” the other man chimed in, hint of pride in his tone. “Sheppard left us his in case you needed more.”

It was then that Ronon realized that their team leader was conspicuously absent from the room. McKay, yes. Teyla, yes. Hovering local, yes. Sheppard, no. He knew the confusion showed on his face as he asked, “Where’d he go?” It wasn’t like him to be squeamish, though it was like him to say or do something that needed to be smoothed over later if one of his team got in trouble. That was usually Teyla’s role, so the fact she was still at his side kind of ruled that one out.

“He ran back to the gate to get help,” Teyla replied.

He looked to McKay for more information, which he dutifully provided. “You were starting to stabilize, but we had no idea what caused the reaction or if it was going to get worse before it got better,” he explained, fidgeting slightly. “We couldn’t exactly move you, what with you being you and dead to the world and huge and all, so Sheppard intimidated the crap out of our hosts and took off towards the gate.”

“Several of the villagers were able to help us move you here,” Teyla advised, hand back to his forehead, hint of a frown in her smile.

“We figured you’d be more comfortable here than passed out on the table and it was a hell of a lot closer than the gate,” Rodney shrugged. “Sheppard called in about five minutes before you woke up, he should be here in about a half hour, probably less knowing him.”

Ronon thumped his head back against the cushion serving as his pillow, playing everything over in his mind. He remembered the negotiations, the prayer to the Ancestors, and the food being brought out. He vaguely remembered something sour tasting and the urge to spit it out before feeling his throat close and watching the room grow dark. Next thing he knew, he was here in the hut, exhausted, shaky, and thirsty. “Feel like crap,” he commented.

“Yeah, that should last for a day or so,” McKay said, actually sounding sympathetic. “Sleep and food usually help, but you’re usually too strung out on the epinephrine and nauseous as hell to do much about it. Have some more water, at the very least it will help flush the toxins out of your body.”

Ronon took the offered canteen, frowning at the way his hand still shook, but accepting his teammates’ help to take another drought. “You used to this?” he asked, wincing slightly at the light as he looked up to his teammate.

“God, no,” Rodney shivered, adjusting his position slightly to help block the candle again. “I’ve had it happen to me more times than I like, but no, never gotten used to it. That whole throat-closing gaspy-wheezy thing... Ugh. Just wait until like day three of the hives going away; you’ll want to claw your own skin off.”

Teyla looked disapproving, but Ronon appreciated the honesty. “So, something to look forward to?” He tried to smile and must have been at least a little successful when he got a grin in reply.

Teyla’s hand drifted to his arm, and he had to admit to the urge to scratch at his shoulder already. “You should rest,” she admonished. “Colonel Sheppard and the medical team will be here shortly and then you will be well on your way to recovery.”

Ronon could definitely see the draw to sleeping, his eyes already trying to drift closed. He blinked them open to give McKay one last look. “Thanks,” he said, knowing he was feeding both the ego and the paranoia, but grateful all the same. Rodney was the one who had insisted everyone on their team carry the epi pens, browbeat the infirmary staff into training them on how to use them. Yeah, it was originally for his own self-preservation, but his insistence ended up saving someone else’s life, so it all worked out in the end.

McKay offered him a lopsided grin. “You’re welcome,” he replied. His eyes traveled pointedly down to the Power Bar still held loosely in Ronon’s hand. “You’re keeping that, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” he smiled, letting his eyes finally close on the image of a less than surprised shrug of acceptance from his teammate. Before he succumbed completely to the draw of sleep, he made a silent promise to himself to barter for some of that chocolate that the scientist loved so much. That, and to maybe pass the word that this whole allergy thing truly sucked.

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Oh, nice that you have Ronon be the one with the surprise allergy.

This was a really nice bit of team love.

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