THIS episode in particular always pisses me off. It's heartwarming, cute, kinda sexy... I swear DJE and CB need to be on SOMETHING where their characters are romantic interests because they are too darn cute. That doctor scene *swoon*
Anyway... WHY did Beverly have to die? Even in an alternative universe, H&M just could not be together. WTF?!
Let's fix that huh?
Each of Us Angels.
Lt. Ron Graham leaned against the outer wall of the comm room, his eyes fixated on the doctor that was attempting to rouse Beverly back to life. It was a miracle that he found her, amongst the smoke and commotion, laying under shelving that had pinned her to the ground. He'd risked his own life to save her, ignored the searing pain in his hands when he raised hot metal shelving units off of her. Frantically, Ron raced through the ship, fighting the urge to black out as smoke filled his lungs. He needed to get her topside, needed to get to fresh air. Only he could save her.
Once outside, he found a collection of hospital staff willingly able to take over his burden when he was sure he'd collapse. There was another nurse, a friend of Beverly's and that doctor, while gruff was one of the most competent physicians on board. Begrudgingly, he placed her body on the deck and fell back against the nearest wall he could find, hoping to remain upright.
It only took seconds but, in Ron's mind it felt like hours before the doctor glanced his way, shaking his head - a sign that Beverly was gone.
In that very moment, he felt something die inside of him two, his soul crushed beyond that of a man who had suffered through one of the nastiest wars. He expected his command would come with death and the loss of men he'd come to care for like brothers. But this, the death of the woman he'd fallen for in such a short time, was more than he could bear.
He wasn't sure what had brought them together, a cosmic alignment of some sort that made him crawl out of that dark space his body and mind had descended into. Ron had arrived at the hospital ship just a sliver away from death with the desire to fall into its depths and not feel the embarrassment and pain any longer. It was Beverly that saved him, with that sweet voice and a soft touch that made him want to know who was willing him back to life.
He hadn't believed that kind of love at first sight type of nonsense existed until he looked into the brown eyes of one Beverly Johnson - the rose amongst a desert of death and despair. She made him believe in love and living for the present without the fear of consequences. She made him want to be a better man.
"You're not alone in believing we met for a reason..." And as he stared at he frail body, devoid of life, Ron realized what that reason was. He'd been in that position before, knocking on death's door without the will to make it back until she rescued him.
"No! She's not dead!" He yelled out and pushed past doctor Rayburn in order to drop to Beverly's side. He tilted her head back, working on instinct that guided him in breathing life back to her. Ron breathed for her, pushing his breath into her lungs, forcing life back into her body. "C'mon Beverly... wake up for me."
Rayburn's frown deepened and his characteristic 'warmth' came through. It wasn't that he was a mean spirited human but, he'd seen enough to death to know when to let go. "Lieutenant, Nurse Johnson is..."
"Don't you tell me she's dead!" Ron yelled at the man, cradling Beverly's head as he breathed more life into her. "C'mon... please. Please!" He felt the tears stinging his yes, the ones he'd held back and couldn't no longer. They spilled freely and Ron was sure he'd never cried so hard in his life when Beverly refused to wake. His hands stroked her face, fingers tracing all of her contours, then brushing the bit of blood from her lips. Even in death, she was beautiful, the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. War always comes with casualty and, as a Marine, he was prepared for that - as a man, just a man, this was too much of a price to pay. "Please...wake up for me, Bev... Please. Come back to me." He stroked her cheek as he pleaded, remembering the feel of her hand on his face, her voice that brought him back to life. "I...I-I love you."
Ron brought his lips down to hers a final time. He kissed her so softly and as he made to pull away, he felt a delicate hand wrap around his wrist. "Ron?"
Her voice was so soft, so weak, her eyes barely opening but, he could see that Beverly was looking at him. "That's it, sweatheart... Wake up."
"Why are you crying?" Her hand came up to his face, brushing away the tears.
Ron pressed his hand against hers, holding it against his cheek. "You're alive."
"You made me want to live." Beverly brought her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down so that Ron's lips could meet hers.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER LIKE THEY SHOULD HAVE!