As it turned out, Sam was more than just dealing with a concussion.  It had turned out that the imapct to his suit's chest area had senthim into a deep coma, and as the doctor repeated ad-nauseum to whoever asked, there was no telling when, or even if, Sam would emerge.<br/><br/>Only time would tell.<br/><br/>In the infermary, Sam's medical monitor peeped softly, with every pulse.  Behind his eyes, his mind was adrift, slipping between moments of cogent thought to almost fanciful dreams, neither of which he could externalize.   Still, he fought.<br/><br/>Two days after the team's final arrival, a nurse raced out of Sam's bed area, sreaming for a doctor.  Whe she returned, in the company of the base's surgeon, she pointed at the prone patient.<br/><br/>Sam's eyes were open.