"What do you mean she is dying?!" Deanna was as angry as he had feared she would be. Yet he would rather her stay mad at him then what he knew would come next – the sadness.

"I mean that she has a disease in her brain that is killing her."

"Is it curable?" Will asked from beside Deanna.

"Not that she knows of."

"The pain I felt…" Deanna trailed off.

"Yes, she is taking very strong pain medication, which was what you saw her inject herself with."

"Poor Beverly," her anger was beginning to turn into sadness. She leaned into Will, and the captain knew that Will was the only one who could comfort her right then. He excused himself and went back to Beverly's quarters. She was lying in her bed in the same position that he had left her in.

He went over to the couch and lay down. He hadn't planned on staying the night, but there was no way he was leaving now. He wondered about the Neurologist that Beverly had contacted. Maybe she would know a cure. He wondered where she lived. Currently their course was headed back to Starfleet to get some touch ups on the ship.

Starfleet! Jean-Luc sat upright. They would have Neurologists! He was sure that they could cure her! If they couldn't cure her then he didn't know who could! Another thought struck him. What if Beverly didn't live long enough for them to get there?! No. She had to live. She would. He lay back down. Now all there was left to do was to wait.

With the smallest ray of hope burning inside him, Jean-Luc fell asleep on the couch.

"Jean-Luc."

He woke with a start. Why was Beverly in his quarters? No, wait. He wasn't in his quarters. Where was he? Then it hit him. Beverly was dying.

"Beverly!"

He got up and ran to her bedroom where she was struggling to get out of her bed and reach the medicine canister on her desk. He quickly went to grab it, and put it in her arm. He heard her breath out from the relief of pain.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. How are you feeling?" He thought of how many times she had lied and said that she was fine and added, "Honestly."

She grimaced. "Honestly, I feel terrible."

He didn't know what to say to that.

He voiced the question he knew he didn't want an answer to. "How long?" His tone was so quiet that he could barely hear himself. She heard him though.

"A week, max. If it continues at the rate it has been going at, then three days or less."

Silence filled the room.

"Jean-Luc, when I die, could you please tell Wesley? I don't want him having to hear it from a stranger. "

"You are not going to die. We are going to Starfleet and there they will cure you."

"Jean-Luc, I – "

She was interrupted by the beep of her personal view screen. "You are receiving a call from Dr. Heidi Gordon," the automated voice said.

"Could you please get that for me?" Beverly asked him.

He went over to the view screen and pressed the talk button. Immediately a woman's face appeared on the screen. "Beverly!" She cried. "I –" She broke off when she only saw his face on the screen.

"Just a minute."

He brought the view screen over to Beverly's bed, and angled it toward her.

"There you are!" The woman on the screen said. "How are you doing?"

"I am not doing to great. Right now all I know about it is what I told you earlier."

Heidi's face pinched in worry. "Is there any way that you could get yourself to Starfleet?"

"I believe that the ship was headed there for repairs, but I fear that it might be too late."

"When will you arrive?"

The captain spoke up. "We will arrive in three days time."

Heidi looked at him. "Can you not speed up your ship? She might not even live that long!"

"We are going as fast as we can! Don't you think that if we could go faster than we would?!"

Beverly raised her hand, "quiet, please." Her voice was very faint, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

They immediately fell silent. Heidi spoke first. "Beverly, I will inform my staff here to prepare to do emergency brain surgery in three days time. Meanwhile, you concentrate on staying alive until then." She looked at him, "Take care of her." Her face was worried, and he knew that she would do everything she could do to keep Beverly alive. He just had to get Beverly to Starfleet. He nodded his head, and the screen went blank.

Sighing, he put the view screen back. He turned to look back at Beverly. She looked exhausted laying there in her bed.

"Jean-Luc, if I die – "

"You are not going to die."

"If I die, promise me that you won't blame yourself. Not like with Jack. This isn't your fault. "

"But I could have noticed earlier! I could have sped us up, and now you wouldn't be in such a race for time!"

Beverly looked at him with sad eyes. "Promise me you won't blame yourself. Please."

"I promise."

"Thank you."

Her eyes began to close.

"Beverly!" Was she dying already?!

Her eyes snapped open. "What?!"

He relaxed a bit. "Nothing. I just thought that you were dying on me already."

She gave a small smile. "I am just going to go to sleep now. I am not quite ready to die right now."

"Good." He felt silly for thinking she was dying, but the fear was still so real that he was still shaking.

Her eyes were closing again, but he knew that she was just going to be sleeping.

"Goodnight," She said softly.

"Goodnight, Beverly. Sweet dreams."

He would bring her to Starfleet on time. She couldn't die. She wouldn't. He looked back at her. She was sound asleep.

"I will get you there, Beverly. I will." Saying it aloud didn't help much.