He is dreaming.
There is a light at his eyes and it smarts and he is dreaming. Of peppered frantic kisses from chapped yet soft lips that burn into his face much like the tears he felt building up.
There are voices and all he hears is the scream that shatters his heart. The scream of his best friend, the scream that will haunt him for as long as he lives.
There is pain. So much pain. And he is a broken man who is lost in the daydreams of hope and of worry because what if she didn't do as he asked?
He is dreaming of the first day they met, dreaming of the day they clicked, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming—and he loses consciousness as he is lost, lost, lost.
Leopold Fitz is lost.
Jemma Simmons is crying.
Her throat raw from burning saltwater and tears that fall relentlessly. Jemma Simmons is found and she is crying.
All she hears is beeps, and rue the second that she bent to his will because oh oh oh.
Oh.
She sees the flurry of doctors that could have been and she hears raspy breathing and beep. Beep. Beep.
Mind-numbing beeps that drive her up the wall because dammit Leo Fitz live.
She felt his strangely strong figure when she smothered him with love and she felt.
Pain. Only pain.
Air whooshing out of her stomach as she screams because she cannot lose what she has left and all she knows.
Is Leopold Fitz is lost, but Jemma Simmons is found.
I'm not even sorry.
On a separate note I don't own Agents of Shield. And I ship these two so hard it broke my heart during tonight's episode. So I decided to really destroy everyone else.
I aim to slice at the knees. I hope I accomplished that.