Chapter 1 Skye's P.O.V.
You know that feeling you get when someone is trying to break all your walls down and you want them to, but you aren't sure how to let them in? After being by yourself for so long, you can't just open up and let them in, even if you want to. That was how I was feeling when Jemma was banging on my door earlier, yelling for me to open up. I wanted to scream, either to tell her to go away or to come in. I just couldn't move to make it happen. After about ten minutes of waiting for me to come out, she either left or was just sitting out there.
There's still blood on me, on my clothes and on my skin. I can feel it start to harden and I can smell it. I want it off but I can't move. I got as far as my bed before collapsing, not even asleep. It's like there is this invisible force, just keeping me on the bed. I can feel the Bus start to take off and it doesn't even faze me. I want to be me again.
I can hear Jemma coming back. It sounds like she has Fitz with her. I can hear them play with the lock on my door. I didn't even realize I had locked it. It sounds like they are figuring out how to open it. I want to tell them to leave me alone but my voice won't come out. It's like I'm paralyzed and I don't even care. There are people dead, because of me. Little ole me, a murderer. I think they have figured out the lock as I can hear Fitz move away and the door is sliding open.
"Oh, Skye. Skye, you have to get up," Jemma says. She is grabbing at me, trying to turn me over. I can practically hear the frown on her face. I hate to disappoint her.
"Skye! You need to get up. Can you hear me?! You need to get up," she says in a frantic voice. "Skye, if you don't get up now, I'm going to get the guys to bring you to the lab."
I want to move, I really do, but I don't have the strength. It's like all my energy has been zapped away, disappeared after the blaze of battle. I don't want to worry anyone, especially not my Jemma. She's so sweet and smart. I find the strength to flip over but I still can't talk. My voice is gone, faded away along with the screams of my accidently victims.
She looks so worried, staring down at me with her beautiful eyes. I hate what I'm doing to her by acting like this. She looks about five seconds from calling the others to the rescue. But I can't be saved, I'm too far gone. I just want to sleep, to forget about everything that has happened. I want to forget what I did, to those people and to myself.
"Skye, are you alright? Are you in pain?" she asks. "Can you talk?"
I shake my head no, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't even realize I could still cry. She hugs me, pulling me into her lap. I start to shake, sobbing and trembling. I want to pull away, I'm sure I'm getting blood on her. I think I might be bleeding from somewhere. I can't feel pain though, I don't even feel the tears falling from my eyes.
"Skye, you're bleeding. I need to patch you up so you need to get up and come with me. Trust me, everything will be okay," she says in a soothing tone. I want to go with her, I will go with her. I trust my Jemma with my life. She shouldn't trust me with hers though. I don't know who I am anymore. I never thought I was cable of what I did.
Chapter 2 Jemma's P.O.V.
She hadn't wanted to go out in the field this time around. It was very unusually since Skye loved working. She loved hacking and going out into the field, gaining all of that experience. I'd rather stay in my lab personally, but Skye hated being caged in. This time though, she tried everything she could to get out of it. She said she had a bad feeling about it all. We should've listened to her.
Skye had disappeared from the monitors. She was only gone for a few seconds but when she reappeared, everyone around her was dead and she had blood covering her from head to toe. She looked around and then dropped to the floor without a single sound. She wasn't even crying. Coulson and May went in and got her out, got her back to the van and we drove back to the Bus as fast as we could. It was like Skye was in a catatonic state of mind.
When we got back to the plane, Skye raced from the van and out of sight before the van even fully stopped. We were all worried. I was most worried though. Skye, the love of my life, was in pain and I had no idea what had happened or how to help. I knew she went to her bunk but I didn't know what state she was in. I just wanted to swaddle her in blankets, like a baby, and cuddle her till she was fine again. The doctor in me knew that wasn't what was going to help her though.
I went to her bunk, knocked on the door and waited. When no sound came from inside, I knocked louder and started shouting a bit. The longer the silence carried on, the more frantic I became until I ran to get Fitz so he could break open the door for me. It took him a minute to remember how to do it but he got me in and then left to give us some peace. I was almost too scared to go in by myself.
She was lying, facedown, on the little bed inside. It didn't look like she was breathing. I was terrified. I tried to get her to turn over for me, move just a little bit. It took a while and some slight threatening but she finally flipped over to face me. She was bleeding from some cuts here and there. There was a lot of bruising from what I could of her skin. I just wanted her to be magically healed of all that had happened to her, before and after becoming a part of SHIELD.
I sat on the bed and she collapsed into my arms. I cradled her and felt her start to cry. Crying turned to sobbing and with sobbing came great termers that shook us both. I could feel tears, sweat and blood getting onto my clothes. I was a little disgruntled by that but my baby needed me.
I start asking her questions, like if she's in pain or if she can talk. She shakes her head no to everything. I'm so worried. She needs to go down to the lab to be properly treated but I am unsure if she can walk on her own or if I can hold her for long enough to get down there. We need the others. I yell out for someone to help.
May gets there first and being the awesome ninja, as Skye calls her, grabs Skye from my arms and starts to carry her down to my lab. Fitz and Coulson follow behind us, ready to help with whatever is needed. I tell them to leave, all except May, since I have to take her clothes off to see all the cuts and to check the bruising. My Skye wouldn't want the men to see her like that.
May cuts Skye's shirt off, quick and careful, with a pair of scissors and already I can see where there are bruised, or even cracked, ribs. I don't understand how any of this happened. It happened in seconds, these wounds would have taken longer than seconds to appear/happen. I can't speculate right now though. I need to wrap up her ribs, clean the cuts and stitch up any that need stitching. I'm glad I have May here to help me, since my girl needs me and I'm going to be there for her, no matter.