Carson looked over at Rodney and sighed softly as they walked along. He knew that the other man didn't like being in situations where he either didn't know or couldn't figure out what was going on, and sometimes he wished he could help. Unfortunately, all he had on him was his headset.
His headset.
Reaching up, he tapped it but there was no connecting sound, which meant it wasn't working. He sighed. Wherever they were, it was far, far out of range of Atlantis.
Just then, Rodney started sneezing and pointing to the nearby garden of flowers. "It's all right, Rodney," he said. "Come on, let's move away."
Before he could steer Rodney away, he started hyperventilating, and Carson had dealt with enough allergy attacks in his lifetime to know that it wasn't the flowers that were causing this part of it.
"Rodney...Rodney...calm down," he told him. "Come on. Sit down. You're not dying. I'm not going to let you."
Rodney seemed to be getting worse, though, so Carson tugged him over and forced him down onto a rock. Just as he did, he heard someone yelling nearby.
"Hello?" he called out. "Hello? Over here! We need help! Please!" He turned back to Rodney, taking hold of his shoulders and looking into his eyes, trying to reassure him. "It's all right. Look at me, love. It's going to be okay."