Better:
They had been on the freeway for more than two hours, driving to who knows where. The location was classified however she would find out eventually. Ward had one hand gripping the steering wheel between his thumb and forefinger, the other resting at the base of the wheel. While Skye fiddles with the radio - it was their unspoken deal, he drove and she was DJ.
As Ward drove them further and further in whatever direction they were heading, Skye read over the mission file, reminding herself of what they were heading into.
The mission Brief was simple, she and Ward were to travel to a small town (with a classified name) to determine the reason that individuals who visited never ended up going home. They simply took up residence. It was quite peculiar as Simmons had put it.
Skye, suddenly overcome by a wave or car sickness groaned whilst she placed the file in her lap and closed her eyes leaning her head back against the headrest, taking big deep breaths. The sudden change of Skye's demeanour caught Wards attention. His hand once resting on the steering wheel came to rest on her mid thigh, a glance at her was filled with concern. 'Hey, you ok?' He explored. She let out another deep breath and smiled a little with her response 'ha, hm, not really. I knew I shouldn't read in the car, I always get car sick.' Understanding crossed his face and he have her leg a light squeeze. 'Keep breathing deeply. Do you want to stop?' He offered. 'Do we have time?' She questioned. 'Skye, we can make time. If you aren't well then we should stop. I will pull over at the next exit.' She smiled and muttered a Thank you as she closed her eyes again trying to block out the road and fight the nausea that was threatening to make her quite ill.
Ward, true to his word pulled over after he steered the car expertly off the freeway. Skye opened her eyes once the car had stopped and ward was already walking around to her side, opening her door to help her out. Which was good because she really didn't think she could move on her own. His arm was around her waist walking her away from the car to a seat in the park that the appeared to have stopped in. Sitting her down, ward instructed her to put her head between her legs as he, now kneeling in front of her rubbed her back. Skye began to feel better, the fresh crisp air was helping but not enough for her to get into the car and continue to drive for who knew how much longer. Ward began to sense this and rose to join her on the bench pulling her hair back from her face and wrapping it up, holding it away from her neck and face. He resumed the gentle rubbing of her back as she continues to breath to help her head and stomach stop spinning.
When they had been sitting there for around 15mins Skye rose her head from in between her legs and turned to face Ward. 'You feel better now?' He asked. 'Yeah, much. Thanks.' She smiled and rose to her feet taking wards hands in hers and lead him back to the car to continue their journey.