Oh God this cannot be happening. We were just on a simple mission. Or so I thought. Ward and I were sent inside a lab that was creating a new product to make superpowers available to anyone who had a whole lot of money. We were caught and one of the guards shot him.
There is so much blood. "Oh God, Grant. Please wake up." I yell as I roughly shake his limp body. "Don't leave me. Please." I can't stop crying. I feel for his pulse and when I feel nothing, I let out a chilling scream.
I am suddenly jolted awake by my own sobbing. I see Simmons looking over me with a worried look on her face.
"Skye, are you OK? You were screaming so loud!" she says, still looking me over to make sure I'm alright.
I wish I could answer her, but I can't control my sobbing. My whole body is shaking and I just want it all to stop. I don't care if Ward hates me now that he knows I have been lying. I just want him. The realization that I will never have him makes me sob harder.
The only word I can say is "Grant" and I repeat it over and over again, in between my sobs. Completely restless, I rock back and forth in my bed. Simmons runs out of the room, yelling something but I can't hear her. I continue to sob, even though I'm starting to feel light headed. Suddenly, I feel warm, strong arms wrap around me. I instantly feel a wave of calm wash over me. I still can't stop saying his name, though. I think I'm going insane.
"Shh, Skye. I'm right here. You're safe. I'm safe. Please, Skye. It's okay." He continues to whisper in my ear until, finally, I calm down enough to roll around and look him in the face. I look him in the eyes and admire his milky brown irises, etched with worry. I clutch the front of his shirt and move closer to him, burying my head into the crook of his neck.
"Skye…"
"Please, Grant. Just lay with me for a while. I need you." I say, even though it's hard for me to confess that I am hurting.
"Just sleep, Skye," he says, hesitantly putting his hand to my hair and stroking my long brown locks. I feel so sleepy and calm.
"Don't leave me," I dazedly say, my eyelids drooping.
The last thing I hear before sleep claims me is his soft whisper "Never."