"Boss?" Harper strolled into medbay, looking around for his friend. He knew what had happened and was quite aware of the mood Beka would be in. He got no reply, but figured she'd be on the bed that had been sectioned off with a screen. He peeked his head in.
"Go away," she whispered in a small voice. It wasn't the reaction he'd expected. She was laying on the bed, shaking with sobs. His heart melted.
"Oh, Beka," he whispered. He tried to hold her, but kept getting fought off. "Beka, whats wrong?" She sobbed.
"What do you think is wrong? Dylan has decided I have to stay here until he deems me well enough to leave. Why can't he see there's nothing wrong with me?" Harper swallowed.
"Well Beka..." he tried to find the right words, "right now, you are a danger to yourself. You've tried to kill yourself twice." She looked up at him harshly.
"I wish I'd finished through with it the second time. I should never have called Trance." Harper shook his head.
"No Beka, that was a great thing to do. How could you even think about dying when there's so much to live for?" Beka shook her head vividly.
"Why are you trying to convince me to live?" she said, "you don't even like me anymore!" Harper flinched.
"What do you mean?" He was nearly shouting. Beka turned around, facing away from him. He felt her shaking again.
"After the flash thing you never wanted to know me. I'm really sorry for what I said, you know it was the flash talking. Now...I don't know. It seems like everyone hates me." Harper felt a pang of guilt. Was it his fault Beka had done this?
"Beka, I'm so sorry. I just wasn't sure what to say to you. I'll always love you and I'm so sorry for not showing you that." He put his head on her shoulder. "I'm here for you, ok Beka? I know it's hard right now, but it'll get better. We all care about you, we really do." She turned around to face him and buried her face in his chest. He stayed with her until she went to sleep.