Skye's vision is fuzzy at first and she can't point out if it's the soaring pain in all over, actually, or if it's the meds trying to appease it. She blinks a few times but everything else protests: her arms doesn't cooperate, her head is throbbing and her legs seems to still be asleep; She wonders how long she's been down.

Focus, she commands herself, and a few lines start to take shape. Like the bump right on her left side, which she is at least 37% sure it does not come from her body.

She tries not to panic over the whole thing but there's this constant beep in the background and it went off and something is wrong. She wishes Ward was there so he could just defuse the damn bomb before it exploded.

Suddenly the bump is up on it's feet, moving frenetically around her and she's starting to feel dizzy again-

"Skye?"

She would've recognized that voice even if she was six feet underground.

"Skye, sweetheart?"

Jemma tried once more, just after readjusting the infusion pump, bringing herself to the brunette's side.

"Jem" She hoarsely mouths, closing her eyes and sighing in relief. The pain still came in waves throughout her body but it was way more bearable now. "I'm so glad I'm not a bomb." Jemma is overwhelmed.

It's not like she wasn't sure if Skye would wake up or not. She knew she would. She ran so many tests Coulson was worried she was getting sleep deprived.

(She was. Being up until four in the lab and frequently crashing on a chair in the hospital wing would never classify as proper resting but he didn't have to know that. He pretends he doesn't.)

But it was taking so long and, as soon as she hears Skye speaking, her whole world falls apart. She couldn't give two shits about anything that isn't this girl, this sweet girl, in front of her. Her lip quivers and the whimper escapes her throat before she can contain it.

"Jem. Jem, don't cry, hey." A soft touch on the blonde's hand and she collapses on her seat, sobbing.

Skye is high as a kite is that morphine I think that's morphine I like it but Jemma Simmons crying clenches her heart more than any bad guy with a gun pointed at her could.

Her voice's still not more than a whisper but she almost died and this brilliant, stunning, doctor is crying. She can't have that.

"Hey. Wanna know a classified secret?" Skye rolls her head to get a better look at the blonde and moves her hand to cup Jemma's cheek. Simmons leans into the contact, a sharp breath leaving her involuntarily as her own hand rests on Skye's.

"I dreamed about you."