Yeah. Not dying here.

No Jaffa blast. No Goa'uld hand device burn. No native spear from an off-world Cro-Magnon. Not even a trinium arrow. For crying out loud!

Stupid flu! Great way to spend today. Sick and alone. Forgotten.

Great! Here she comes again. And... there she goes?

No pills. No light in the eyes. No pillow plumping. No questions I haven't answered at least a dozen times today already?

Curiosity got the best of me. A peek wouldn't hurt. My eyelids popped up like out of control window shades.

'Happy birthday, Colonel,' said with a cupcake and candle. Sweet!