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Daniel had looked it up once. "Janet" meant gift from god. He watched her work on Teal'c. Face focused, the pain he knew she felt contained, compartmentalized, tucked away. Deft hands wielded instruments; her strong voice snapped out orders, and, bit by bit, she helped Teal'c climb back from the abyss.
Finally the alarms quieted, staff drifted to other duties, Teal'c slept peacefully in his bed. Janet stood alone, head bowed, hand resting on Teal'c's shoulder.
Daniel touched the tear on her face, saddened when her hand passed through him as she brushed it away. Janet would look after them.