"C'mon,Beka, I don't need a doc. I'm perfectly fine. It's just wasted money." He argued. But he wasn't perfectly fine. Quite frankly, he was far from being just fine. But as long as he was going to be touched by a stranger, he was trying anything to avoid showing it. Beka sighed. "Okay, if you're so perfectly fine, fix the slipstream." She made a melodramatic pause and threw her hands into the air. "But hey, you can hardly walk, so how will you get down to the slipstream?" "Please, Boss," he tried again. "In a few days I'll be perfectly fine." "No," she answered coldly. "Get used to the idea of a doc or get off of my ship." With that she left his room. She'd seen the fear in his eyes when she suggested getting a doctor to tend to his newest wounds and infections. Harper was sick so often that it would pay off to hire a full-time doc, or at least a medic. But whenever she brought up this topic, they started to fight. She didn't know what to do. Harper had been onboard the Maru for more than six months now. He even got used to Rev, whom he had to live with. But he still refused to be touched by anybody. He just didn't open up to Beka. "Hey, boss," she heard Harper and turned around. He was leaning against a panel, his face pale and sweaty, his whole body shaking and his backpack in his hand. "I'll leave, okay? Then you don't have to spend your money on a Doc for me." He looked at her. His eyes were more haunted and tired than she'd ever seen them. "Harper, don't do this. Just stay here for a few more days. And then we'll talk about all of this again." She offered him and he nodded weakly, glad to have such a boss. "Bed," he gasped suddenly and collapsed onto the floor. When he woke up again most of his pain was gone. But he couldn't see Beka, instead there was a young girl beside him. "Oh, you're awake," she said and smiled at him. "Where's Beka?" he asked, his confusion evident in his voice. "Oh, she's gone to catch some sleep. The last nights were pretty rough for her, thanks to you." "What do you know?" Harper snapped. She turned around to him with a syringe in her hand. "I know shit about you, but she sat by your side the last few nights and watched over everything I did to your scrawny ass." Harper didn't know what to feel. He knew that Beka cared for him, but he didn't know she would spend nights beside his bed. "Turn around, troublemaker. I have to shoot you." She said in a no nonsense voice, and pointed with the syringe at his ass. "No!" "Yeah," she said patiently. "No." He tried to get away from her, but there was nowhere to go, except right into the wall. "I'll get that in your system. Don't try to fight me, cause in this very moment, I'm a hell of a lot stronger than you," she reasoned with him.