Tragedy: (noun) A type of play dealing with tragic events and the destruction of the main character, usually having to choose between two impossible decisions.

Deep breaths, Jemma reminded herself. It was only another blood sample, after all. The needle shook in her hand, threatening to pierce Skye in a lethal place. Normally, this wouldn't be such a challenge to Jemma. It was just blood, nothing that she hadn't handled before. This was very different. She was going to go directly against Coulson and his orders to not involve Director Fury and HQ involving the GH drug.

If only there was some way to convince Coulson that Skye needed to be helped. Jemma cared too much for Skye to let her just sit there, when more resources and information was available. She couldn't understand why Coulson wouldn't get help. Didn't he care? Skye was family.

"Are you going to put that into my arm, or should I do it myself?" teased Skye playfully, breaking Jemma out of her thought trance.

Jemma blushed and set the syringe aside. She wasn't ready yet. Giving Coulson another ask was the only other...sensible option. Otherwise, she would be forced to send down a sample of Skye's blood down to Headquarters. It was her duty as a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer, and a friend.

She just needed Skye to be safe. Maybe others needed the GH drug? How many have died when it could have saved them? No, Jemma knew she had to save people, starting with Skye. She was finally awake, but Skye was one to try and lie if she thought that she was giving the rest of the team some rest. How was she really feeling, and how was the drug really affecting her?

Leaning against Skye's "hospital" bed, Jemma took one of Skye's hands firmly between hers. Skye froze, a questioning glance in her eyes. "You know, you're the most important person on the Bus. You know that, right?" Jemma asked, her eyes scanning Skye's, looking for a mutual understanding.

Skye rolled her eyes, a faint blush visible on her cheeks. "Please, Simmons. I'm a mess. I can hardly make it out of any missions without having a gun pulled on me. I'm not fit for field work, I'd rather stay here on my computer, trolling Reddit all day long." she chuckled.

"No, you're not a mess. You're beautiful." Jemma said, eyes widening as she realized what she had just admitted to the hacker. That probably wasn't what Skye had meant. She just meant that she wasn't great at missions. That was all, and Jemma had gone and ruined it. "I mean...you look good. Taking in account that you almost died and trying to recover, you look nice." Turning back to her work, Jemma desperately tried to busy herself by checking Skye's vitals for the fiftyseventh time.

It was perfectly distracting, the way that Skye hummed as she worked, or how excited she got when she discovered something. Those adorable facial expressions that Jemma lived to see. Whenever she even dared as much as to glance at Skye, it seemed as if Skye had gotten more beautiful by the minute.

A urgent tap suddenly alerted the two girls to the presence of Fitz, who was on the other side of the pod glass. His eyes were wide, and he was twisting his fingers, a nervous twitch that he had adopted a long time ago. When he noticed that he had gotten Jemma's attention, he mouthed his message with a certain sense of urgency.

"You and Coulson are being summoned."