This is my first-fanfic ever, so please let me know if you liked it. I'm open for criticism :)
And I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, but English is not my mother tongue. (you have been warned xD)
Also, I'm sorry for any format errors that may have occurred. The recommended double-spacing confused me a little bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of Shield and the characters in my story.
The first few paragraphs are not important, I just did a little research of what happens /could happen to the brain when the oxygen supply is cut off. (I was just interested of the possible consequences, so this is a short summary of what I found online)It is not necessary to read though.
Within five minutes after your oxygen supply has been cut off, brain cells will begin to die. The condition you will find yourself in is called cerebral hypoxia and refers to the deprivation of oxygen to the brain, although your blood flow is still symptoms of a mild form are poor judgment, memory loss and a decrease in motor coordination.
When the deprivation of oxygen has lasted for longer periods of time, you can suffer from seizures or even lapse into a coma. In extreme cases it can cause brain death, where there is no measurable activity in your brain.
In your unconscious comatose state you are unable to perform any voluntary actions and others will not be able to wake you. If you regain oxygen supply, you may recover enough to wake up, but due to the dead brain cells, brain damage is most likely to have occurred.
Your body will probably be transferred to an intensive care unit, put on ventilator in a neurosciences centre. Chances are that the patient may require drugs to support blood pressure and the heart rate as well as medication to prevent seizures.
The unconsciousness is a possible indicator of the degree of damage. The longer someone finds himself in an unconscious state, the higher are the chances of brain death. And even if you are able to regain consciousness, neurological abnormalities such as amnesia, personality regression, hallucinations, memory loss, muscle spasms and twitches may persist. (Although they will probably resolve after some time).
Although Jemma knew that Fitz had been lucky to be treated by a medical team straightaway and his chances for recovery where as good as they could be under the given circumstances, she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She just couldn't.
She wasn't able to forget the look on his face when he pushed that button. How his eyes were glimmering from tears and how his lips twitched into a soft and loving smile.
She felt her legs shake and had to sit down to prevent her from losing her balance. The floor was cold, but she couldn't get herself to stand up again.
"That's why you're taking it. You are a better swimmer anyway."
He had told her with such a certainty. As if dedicating his last breath to her was the most ordinary thing to do.
Tears found the way down her cheeks and she was holding onto her knees. She knew that she would have to go in there at some point, but for now she found herself unable to get up. She didn't even try to look through the glass, afraid of what she'd see.
What are you doing? Your best friend is comatose, because he sacrificed his life for yours and all you can do is lie on the floor like a useless potato. If you were in his position, you'd appreciate company…
Due to the low level of brain activity, chances were very low that he'd be able to hear her anyway, she thought. Of course, she didn't know for sure. Maybe... just maybe he was aware of his surroundings. And then he'd probably wonder where she was…
Oh bloody hell, she thought. She couldn't take this any longer.
Get a grip.
But just as she was about to open the door to his room, a member of the medical team that was taking care of Fitz walked down the aisle in her direction. Her hand was already on the handle, but she didn't push it down. She waited… postponing her action once again.
"Koenig said that your team is approaching. They'll land any minute now. "
She nodded, letting go of the door handle and breathing out a relieving breath. But before heading to the landing field, she forced herself to look through the glass.
And when she saw him, so pale and unmoving, silent and lifeless, she felt like throwing up right there on the floor. As she looked through the door, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection. And though the sight of Fitz lying motionless in a bed surrounded by a bunch of medical devices had already scared her, the look of her own face staring into his room had made the situation even worse.
"I couldn't live if you didn't."
"Well, I feel the same way."
In that moment she realized how true her words had been. For so long she had been part of this team, that she seemed to have forgotten what it was like to be all by herself. She couldn't remember the Jemma before Fitz came into view and a few days ago, that fact wouldn't have bothered her at all. But now she only wondered if there would ever be a Jemma without a Fitz again. She had spent almost every minute of every day with him, not realizing how much he really meant to her and how much her life depended on him.
You made one of the big mistakes in life. You took him for granted. And now that he's gone he will probably never know how much he means to you.
Quickly, she turned away from the door pushing back her thoughts. The team is going to be here any minute, she thought just as she heard a loud roaring noise down the hall.
As she arrived in the landing field the plane was already powered down. She waited in front of the cargo hold to greet her team and wondered what she should tell them.
She couldn't even process the reality herself, how was she supposed to make them understand?
That was the only thing she kept thinking over and over again until the cargo ramp of the plane opened.
His heart is still beating, just barely, but he's alive.
He is in a comatose state and it's not likely that he'll wake up anytime soon.
When they welcomed her, she was grateful that they didn't ask her outright about him. She needed that time to find a truthful answer…But of course they wanted to know if he was alright.
He is in a stable condition, but his brain activity indicates that his brain is probably damaged.
After greeting her, they watched her intently with a questioning look on their faces until Skye broke the silence.
"He's alive." was all she could manage to get out at that moment, because from there on, no good news followed.
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I'll upload the second chapter as soon as possible, it's almost finished.
My information of cerebral hypoxia is from these webpages: (if anyone is interested)
disorders/cerebral_hypoxia/hic_cerebral_
. /media/4500/anoxic_brain_