Rogue did not appreciate Todd's peanut gallery commentary, thank you. She'd be showing him elbows for that comment, just as soon as her ribs healed.
"There is no other damage?" Teyla asked Carson as he completed his scan of Rogue's abdomen, which was already beginning to darken with bruising.
The doctor set aside his equipment and replied, "No, thank goodness. You're very lucky you didn't damage the lungs with that blow," he said with a very pointed look at Ronon.
"See, I told you I was fine," Rogue interjected with a tight smile to the Atlantis bunch. "A few cracked ribs are no big deal." She might have been more convincing if hadn't winced through the proclamation, a spike of pain shooting through her left side with each and every breath.
"Three," Carson corrected sternly. "Three cracked ribs. Any more and I'd have to keep you here for observation." The doctor shook his head in exasperation. "As it is, all I can do for you is give you somethin' for the pain."
Rogue moved to reach out and grab his arm as he turned away, but she made it all of a few inches before pressing that outstretched hand to her side and leaning back again. "No narcotics," she told him in a strained voice. "Nothing stronger than prescription Tylenol. Please."
There was such determination in her voice that Carson actually decided to go against his doctor's instinct and simply nodded before leaving to get her the medication. He didn't ask questions, knowing from his years of practice what narcotics could do to people. Maybe her reasons were personal, perhaps they were medical, either way following her request would do nothing to harm her further and so he would go along with it.
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"There is no other damage?" Teyla asked Carson as he completed his scan of Rogue's abdomen, which was already beginning to darken with bruising.
The doctor set aside his equipment and replied, "No, thank goodness. You're very lucky you didn't damage the lungs with that blow," he said with a very pointed look at Ronon.
"See, I told you I was fine," Rogue interjected with a tight smile to the Atlantis bunch. "A few cracked ribs are no big deal." She might have been more convincing if hadn't winced through the proclamation, a spike of pain shooting through her left side with each and every breath.
"Three," Carson corrected sternly. "Three cracked ribs. Any more and I'd have to keep you here for observation." The doctor shook his head in exasperation. "As it is, all I can do for you is give you somethin' for the pain."
Rogue moved to reach out and grab his arm as he turned away, but she made it all of a few inches before pressing that outstretched hand to her side and leaning back again. "No narcotics," she told him in a strained voice. "Nothing stronger than prescription Tylenol. Please."
There was such determination in her voice that Carson actually decided to go against his doctor's instinct and simply nodded before leaving to get her the medication. He didn't ask questions, knowing from his years of practice what narcotics could do to people. Maybe her reasons were personal, perhaps they were medical, either way following her request would do nothing to harm her further and so he would go along with it.