"Where's Simmons?" Was he still talking in his head? No, she was turning around. He wanted to ask again, but now he couldn't think of her name. "Where's, uh, uh." She's standing on the edge of the cargo ramp, he's trying to get to her, screaming for her- "Jemma. Where's Jemma?"
Relief flooded Skye's face, but she was crying? Why? "She's asleep. It's 2 in the morning, Fitz." His eyes were tired, so he closed them. "Fitz? Are you okay? Fitz?" Her voice is disappearing into a golden mist, with bells ringing in his head and a blissful, peaceful haze of darkness.
It's confusing when he wakes up again. They don't know he's awake, because they're talking about him. "He opened his eyes, and talked to me. But there was something weird about it. He asked where Simmons was, and then he couldn't remember her name. I think there may be something they overlooked in the medical analysis, or maybe he's just confused after waking up-"
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here." They can't hear him, and he's beginning to wonder if he's really there. Suddenly there's constriction in his chest, and he can't breathe, and then he's in a med pod with a beautiful girl, and she's screaming, and then he blows out the windows. The impact is so much more than he imagined, he's not just winded, he's blacking out, and he's gasping for just a breath of air. There's a rush around him, and his eyes snap open. He can't see them clearly, just blurs of color as he struggles for a breath. And then there it is, a rush of oxygen coming through his nose, and he's relaxing.
Somebody has his hand, she's patting it, and saying something comforting. He can't focus on what she's saying. He has to tune in, and finally the buzzing stops and he can hear her voice. The girl who was screaming at the bottom of the ocean. Jemma. "It's all right, Fitz, I'm right here. Can you hear me?"
"He was having a hard time talking earlier." Skye, that's Skye talking. He can feel a trickle of sweat running down his cheek from the exertion.
"All right then, Fitz. Can you do something to show me that you can hear me?" Her face is clear now, and she's just like he remembers her, standing in a lab beside him, with him the whole damn time- she needed him to do something.
His first idea is to squeeze her hand, but his muscles won't do what he tells them. A blink, that's all he can do. Two fast blinks. He realizes how good it feels for his eyes to be closed, and he lets them slip shut again. He can feel the darkness wrapping around him, strangely soothing after the sudden confusion and pain. His last thought before sleeping has been eating at his mind. Something is very wrong with him.