"Jack!" The sound of the painfully raw scream broke the near dead silence of the night.

Upon hearing even the faintest sound of his voice, her head rose from the edge of the bed were she had laid it. As her head rose, the blanket that had been drapped over her shoulders slide off and pooled on the seat of the chair she had fallen asleep in. It had, in effect, been her bed since his awakening from the chamber. Now she never left his side other than to go to the refresher was needed. The room was in near blackness withe the exception of the dim running lights that lined the lower walls near the floor. Other then that the only glow was the monitor that rested over his biobed. After stretching out a painfully sore back from the position in which she slept, she called out, "Lights…15%". The monitor showed elevated resperation and heart rate, typically associated with night terrors. From it she glanced to the biobed Jean-Luc laid in, he was dripping with sweat. She had choosen to ignore the particular name he screamed out, instead she focused on offering comfort to the man she now freely admitted to love. "Jean-Luc, you're alright. Do you know where you are?"

Rich hazel eyes has nearly disappeared into pools of black. His pupils had taken up most of the coloration of the orbs' surface. Jean-Luc used them to scan his surroundings, "the hospital on Andora." His voice was still hoarse and healing.

She smiled at him with a clarifying nod, "Good, and you know the current stardate right?"

"Stardate…" he was clearly trying to think as his brows furrowed together, in frustration, "no."

Her face gave the hint playfulness to her features. However, she kept her tones soothing and relaxing. "It's alright Jean-Luc. To be honest, I have been in here so much lately, I'm not sure I could accurately tell you the stardate either. But it is pretty close to 57634. Don't even ask me to give you the decimal point." She couldn't even calculate that off the top of her head anyways. With the computer, she never really had any great need to.

As he awoke more from the dream he gave her an all too familiar look. It was the cool stare of unamusement. However, as quickly as it emerged on his features it was over shadowed by an obvious outward display of concern, when she twisted slight and tried to work out the knots in her back. "Beverly, you really need to sleep in a bed."

"I know, but if I did I would have to leave, and I don't ever want to have to leave your side again Jean-Luc Picard." She told him with a soft smile and her hand on her hips in a definite pose. "Sorry, Captain you're stuck with me."

A smiled played at his own lips as he looked into her blue eyes, "I never wanted you to go in the first place. Even I knew I had to let you go. If I loved you the way I said I did, I had to let you go."

"Beverly, there is something I have to tell you."

She gave him an odd look, how many times had she started that to only have the chance ripped from her grasp. Now though, because of the name he cried out in his sleep, she feared she knew there basic idea of his statement. As much as she didn't want to bring up something about Jack, she knew, she would listen, "Alright, Jean-Luc."

"It's about Jack," he told her as he tried to reach for some water.

She took the glass he wanted and the pitcher, and filled it with water. Carefully, she supported his head and brought the refreshing liquid to his mouth. When he tired to drink too fast and start to choke she gently chided him, "Drink slowly, Jean-Luc."

Once he took his fill, for now he pushed her hand away, "enough. Now listen."

Now, she was not so sure she wanted to hear. Beverly Crusher had put the past to rest. She had to; it had been the only way she was going to be able to move on with her life. "Please, let's not talk about Jack right now." Her eyes pleaded with him to let his memory rest in piece.

"He made me promise I would tell you," he started only to be interrupted when Dr. Thryac entered the room.

"Sorry to disturb you, I had been alerted you had awoken. I have your treatment," he told him holding a hypo.

"Jack wanted me to…" Jean-Luc grumbled slightly, as the hypo was pressed against his arm. Once it took effect his words became nonsense ramblings.

Beverly couldn't help but to laugh at the irony of it. How many times had something stopped her?