Time ticked by slowly, she could see small flickers of movement on her laptop screen, she knew by now that Simmons would have been in and patched up Ward the best she could.
She also knew that Dean was more than likely sat in Baby, in the cargo hold with a bottle of beer, maybe even whiskey. She knew she needed to go see him, knew that he needed her even if he wouldn't admit it- and even if he told her to leave him be; he needed her. But she couldn't bring herself to unfurl and move so she stayed there, curled up into a ball.
Time passed by and still she couldn't sleep, her eyes still red sore from crying.
Skye sat up and checked her laptop for the time- 2am. Everyone was most likely asleep. Even Ward, who was on the uncomfortable small bunk. Even after all he had done, her heart ached to see him hurt, bandaged up, he was a mess; and all because Coulson needed anything he could give them on HYDRA.
Skye found herself moving, sliding out into the hallway, she padded softly along to the holding cell. She stood there, looking at the door intently, knowing that Ward was on the other side. She rested her forehead against the door. What was she doing? She opened the door, hating herself for it as she did. She shouldn't be here, but she had to be here, she felt compelled to see him.
She took a shaky breath as she stepped inside- he looked so much worse than on the monitors. "Why didn't you just tell him?" She breathed out, her voice hoarse from the crying. "You could have avoided all this." She crossed her arms not daring to move closer. She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't get upset, this was his fault after all.
All he had to do was choose them, choose her over Garrett and all of this would have been avoided. But she had Dean now, and Dean would never betray her, or ever hurt her like Ward had.
She slowly tip-toed closer, as if any moment he would wake up, though maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Then maybe she could actually talk to him, try to understand why he did what he did, why he couldn't choose them after all they had been through.
His hand was just lying there, so she reached out to take it. It was rough, calloused, so much bigger than her own. The last time she had held his hand, he was leading her on to the Bus, promising to run away with her, just the two of them.
"We could have been so good together." Her words more a breath than a whisper, barely audible as she crouched beside the bed.
The only sound was Ward's soft but steady breathing as his chest rose and fell. "What you did to Fitzsimmons hurt, but what you did to me, I can't ever forget, I may forgive you, but it will always be there, and it will always hurt." She looked at him her expression sad, pained even, how many times had she watched him, memorised his features?
She shook herself out of the trance she had lost herself in, she shouldn't be here, shouldn't have come in. This was all wrong.
Now, she needed to be with Dean, Dean was the one who mattered, he was the one who needed her right now. She lifted Ward's bandaged hand gently and pressed a kiss to it before leaving without a sound, and heading for the cargo bay, to be with Dean.