Taken from a tumblr prompt. Person A gets shot and knows they're going to die. Instead of calling an ambulance they call Person B and set things straight.

Skye felt so stupid, with all her training and all her joking around about being able to take on Ward, she was still unable to defend herself. She had driven to her apartment in the city. She barley used it except for those rare days where they had a day off. She should of called the bus as soon as she saw the door was open and heard the ruffling of movement inside . Instead she pulled out her own gun, confident she could take whoever was robbing her home. She didn't expect it to be a little kid, nor did she expect the little kid's older brother to appear out of nowhere and shoot her in his panic when she pulled out her phone to call the cops.

She didn't feel the pain until she hit the floor. She wouldn't of even thought she hadd been shot if she didn't hear the echo of the gunshot in her head. The shock of being shot in the first place allowed her the few precious moments of bliss before the pain began. The two boys argued for a moment of what to with the bleeding woman. Skye was curled on the floor, trying to think through the pain and reason with the boys. The little one began to cry, suggesting they call an ambulance. The older brother was against the idea, "She'll have us arrested!" "We can't just leave her here to bleed out!"

"...help..." she managed to moan. The older boy thought for a moment, then carefully aimed his gun at her again,

"So then we make it go faster." She felt the second bullet. It tore at her abdomen and she yelled in pain. The younger boy was now sobbing. The older one grabbed him roughly by the collar and dragged him out the apartment, leaving Skye to bleed out on the floor.

She could feel the blood rush out of her body. She tried to stem the bleeding with her hands but there was so much blood. so much red. It didn't take long for her to realize that she was going to die. A calm swept through her body, as though accepting she was going to die made the whole thing a lot easier. There was one thing she had to do. Something she had been meaning to for a long time. Groaning in pain, she reached around for her burner that she had dropped. Unlocking it, she dialed the first number on her speed dial.

The phone rang for what seemed like ages. Skye prayed that they would pick up soon, her vision was darkening.

"Hello? Skye?" Grants voice flooded her with relief, she would be able to say what she needed,

"Grant, something happend, I got shot."

"What?! Where are you?!" she smiled at his reaction. She knew that as soon as she told him where she was, he would move heaven and earth to save her.

"I'm at home, but thats not the point. I've lost too much blood, by the time you get here, it would already be too late-"

"Skye, don't say that, were already on our way. Just stay-"

"Stay awake. I know. Thats a given. But Grant I need to talk to you, theres something I need to tell you and I figured I tell you before I go," she could hear the voiced of people in the background, FitzSimmons talking trying to figure out the best way to proceed, May giving Coulson directions, adn the occasional curse coming form the leader himself as he avoids traffic.

"Skye, dont think that way, whatever you have to tell me-"

"Are you going to let me finish or not?" There was silence on the other end, she continued, "I may not have liked you when you first pulled that stupid bag off my head, but from that moment on, you've been with me. In Malta, the thing with Miles, even when I got shot the first time. I guess there was never a right time for me to say this, and Im thinking dying is a pretty good excuse, but Grant Ward, I love you. With every fiber of my being I love you." silence on the other end. She couldn't even hear FitzSimmons arguing.

"Skye-"

"Don't say anything. I want to go knowing that you know. I don't want the last thing I think to be, that you don't love me. Just give me this one-"

"I love you too. From the moment I sat you in the bus, I've been drawn to you. I can't imagine my life without you. So listen to me. Stay awake, don't lose hope, I want to tell you I love you to your face, so please. We're almost there." Skye could hear the desperation in his voice.

"You love me?" Her vision began to fade. "You love me."the pain had left her body, she felt at peace. "You love me." The last thought she had as she succumbed to the pursuasive song of sleep, He loves me.

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