Daniel blinked awake, to find Jack sat next to him in the place always occupied by a member of SG-1 whenever he awoke in the infirmary. Jack was sporting a quite spectacular shiner. It wasn't that he'd never seen Jack with a black eye before - but it had been a while. "I should see the other guy?" croaked Daniel, on the second attempt. Jack raised his eyebrows and handed over a cup of water with a straw. Daniel took it, and waved it vaguely at Jack, sloshing water over the General's pants. Jack jumped and cursed, backing quickly out of range.

"Hey! Careful, there."

"I thought being a General was supposed to be safer," asked Daniel, closing his eyes as the room spun slightly.

"Not when you're around," grumbled Jack. He brushed at the BDUs. They showed up damp patches showed up so beautifully. "Dammit, Daniel..."

"What's with the black eye?"

Jack shrugged. "Sympathy injury?" he suggested, waving at the bandaging around Daniel's head. Daniel frowned. Jack sighed. "It's the new chair Walter ordered for me. It attacked me."

Daniel squinted at him. "It..."

"Attacked me," confirmed Jack. "It's this goddamn ergo-whatsit contraption, supposed to be good for my, you know-" he twitched in a way to indicate that maybe his back was playing him up again but not in a way that was at all serious and nothing he was too concerned about but Walter kept making a fuss so he was going along with it for the sake of peace and quiet.

Daniel stared at him, patently trying to work out whose injury was causing the confusion he was experiencing.

"I tried to get up quickly, and it tackledmetothefloor," muttered Jack. "Bumped my head on the desk."

Daniel blinked.

"Andthenitleaptonmeandsmackedmeintheass," added Jack, quickly – perhaps hoping if he said it fast enough, Daniel wouldn't notice. But that was a lost cause: Daniel was the king of speed-talking.

Daniel thought about this. "There's video footage, isn't there?" he concluded.

"I wouldn't be telling you, otherwise," said Jack.

Daniel nodded, and then winced at the pain that caused. "Doing the rounds?"

"Highest levels," confirmed Jack, mournfully.

Daniel hesitated. "President?" he asked, gently.

Jack closed his eyes and sighed.