A/N: This is my first slash-ish fic.
He looked at him, his crystal blue eyes trying to stare into space. Frowning he turned away and began looking back at his computer. It was so hard to look away, yet he'd had to. He knew he had to. He couldn't remember how it started, or even when. Maybe it was the kiss. That sweet forceful kiss that had knocked the wind out of him. Yeah, he had complained at the time, said he tasted like sweat socks and felt like sandpaper, but in truth, he had liked it. No, that wasn't true. He loved it, and now he craved it. Turning his head toward the the body lying in the closest bed to him, he watched, his eyes moving up and down the body slowly.
It could have been the arrow incident that had made his heart drip all over the the place. Hearing him in such a vulnerable state, muttering things incoherently. He could still remember it like it was yesterday. "You've got an arrow in your Gluteus Maximus, Rodney."
"Heh, That's my ass." Rodney had muttered in a daze as he slid in and out of consciousness. He was high on morphine, maybe he had given his Doc a wee bit too much of it, but then again... when had he started to think of him as "his Doc" It wasn't right, was it? It was wrong, but then again, that was on Earth. Here, no one would care though. He, they could do whatever they wanted couldn't they? No, that wasn't exactly true, he thought. If Rodney didn't think of him that way, then nothing could come of it.
Standing up, Carson walked toward the bed and stared down at Rodney. Smiling sadly, he spoke in a slow whisper. "I love ya, Rodney." Carson sighed. "Ya got to get better because I can't do this anymore. I love you and you can't die like this. I need to tell you."
A smile appeared on Rodney's face as he rolled his head slightly. Letting out a soft sigh, Rodney muttered dreamily. "Love you too, Carson."
Summary: Rodney is lying in a hospital bed and Carson needs to express his feelings. [one shot]