Beckett took Teyla's temperature twice because he didn't believe the device the first time. He and another doctor got her into a tent and out of the multiple extra layers of clothes she'd been wearing while someone else went to get water and more supplies. Beckett finally noticed Ronon in the corner of the tent, silently watching them.

"You should go back," he told the ex-runner, who didn't budge.

"I'm not leaving her." And Beckett knew that wasn't up for debate.

"Fine," he shot back, "But you will be hearing an 'I told you so' if you get sick as well." Ronon decided he could live with that.

"She's barely breathing," the other doctor pointed out. Beckett knelt to check for himself.

"Bloody…She's probably been sick most of the day and just kept going."

"She might have had a fever before," one of the med techs realized. "She was shivering, and I thought it was because she was outside, but…"

Beckett nodded. "Moving around increased her temperature even more and resulted in febrile seizures. We need to get her temperature down and make sure she stays oxygenated. If you're going to stand there," he directed at Ronon, "Wet some rags so we can place them on her."

He nodded. "Is she gonna be okay?"

Beckett looked up at him. "I honestly don't know."

Teyla was unconscious most of the night, but briefly became semi-conscious early in the morning. She knew that someone was with her, but just couldn't figure out who.

"Is everyone all right?" she managed to ask, feeling a cool rag being placed on her forehead.

"They're fine. Don't worry."

"W-what happened?"

"Shush. It'll be okay, just go back to sleep." And as much as she wanted to ask more questions, her body didn't give her that option.

Ronon sat back as he watched Teyla's eyes close again. He hadn't ever thought that he'd have to use to word 'fragile' to describe her, but at that moment, it was a fitting description. So far, they'd only had one very young child and one very old man fall victim to the virus, but no one else had developed as bad of a fever as Teyla's. She was always the strong one, taking care of everything, but now someone else had to take care of her.

"How is she?" Beckett sleepily asked as he came in the tent.

"She woke up for a minute."

"Was she lucid?"

"She asked about how everyone else was doing."

Beckett nodded. "Aye, that's Teyla. I don't suppose you were planning on getting some rest?"

"Not tonight, Doc."

"Didn't think so."

After two days of the bedside vigil, though, Ronon finally did succumb to sleep for a few hours. Teyla awakened to see him sitting on the floor beside her, his head resting on the edge of her cot. She smiled at the sight, reaching to brush his hair away from his face. He instantly shot awake, catching her wrist in his hand on instinct.

"Good morning," Teyla whispered.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Just a few moments."

"How do you feel?"

"Like a Puddle Jumper landed on top of me…How long was I asleep?"

"A couple of days." She processed that.

"How are the others doing?"

"Recovering. You're the one who really gave us a scare."

"I will try not to do it again in the future," she replied with a little grin. Ronon couldn't help but return it. Beckett hadn't seen her yet, but he knew that Teyla was going to be okay. He'd stayed, he'd taken care of her, and she really was going to be okay.

Teyla noticed how quiet and contemplative he'd become. "What is the matter?" she asked.

"I…Promise me something."

"All right."

"Don't ever stop fighting…Living's too important."

She watched him for a moment, trying to decipher what was going on behind his eyes. She had a feeling this went farther than just her getting sick, but wasn't going to pry. "I promise," she finally said. "I do not know any other way to live." That got a little smile out of him.

Sitting up slightly, Teyla leaned over and kissed him. "What was that for?" Ronon quietly asked as she pulled back.

She smiled. "Living. One step at a time."