Jennifer swallowed an angry retort. Her captor- because that's what this woman had become now- was the one in control of the situation. One of the other lessons that had been drilled into her was don't do anything stupid. Not that Ronon always followed that, she thought ruefully, but it was a good place to start for someone who was often unsure of herself in normal situations, let alone a crisis like this.

And then, despite herself, despite the fact that she was being held at gunpoint by someone she wasn't entirely sure wouldn't shoot her the moment she was done, Jennifer felt a sudden sharp pang for home. Where Carson and Sam and Jack had gone- even Todd, whom she'd been developing something of an odd friendship with. They were all gone, and here she was without them.

Carson would have done this better, she thought bitterly. He probably could have talked her out of it by now and had the whole clinic here to help.

Then she chided herself. Now was not the time for self-loathing. So she resumed her cleaning, then followed the woman's instructions and began preparing to debride the wound.

"I'm going to cut away some of the dead tissue, then put the strongest stuff I have on it. That's about all I have at my disposal right now."

Jennifer realized, at the back of her mind, that she had a bit more of a window to run now, but she'd resigned herself to treating this woman, feeling she had a better chance of survival that way. Besides, she reasoned, someone might come along soon and make it a non issue.