I wished I could tell Beverly in just the right words that she was helping me more than she knew. Without her by my side, I wasn't sure where I might be now. Bleeding on the sand most likely, maybe unconscious. Someone else might have come to help me, but they also may not have noticed until it was too late.

She was saving my life.

"You know what you're doing," I said as we stumbled up the ramp into the ship. "You're saving me."