Could Doctor Beckett be right?

Could she hear him?

Could she feel him?

He'd been a sentinel since her collapse, standing only a short distance from her side. He'd been staring hard at her, willing her to wake up. His eyes were narrow and his lips pursed.

"C'mon, Elizabeth," he growled, lowly.

He willed her to understand how important she was to him - to his team, to the entire population of Atlantis. He studied her face as the green lights of the Lantean scanner moved the length of her body.

He felt useless. He wanted to shoot something, but the cause of this wasn't where he could. He wanted to shake her, but Carson wouldn't allow him through the quarantine screen. He wanted to scream, but knew that it would be inappropriate…

He wondered, not for the first time, if she could hear him. Could she feel his presence? Did she know that he would do anything to take her place?

A painful lump formed in his throat and he attempted to swallow it, but found it lodged there.

Could she feel him? Could she know?

"C'mon, Elizabeth," he whispered, again.

He wondered if Doctor Beckett could be right.