Mike Peterson was leaving the room.
I couldn't have him leave until he explained what was going on. It was to late, he left. I turn to Quinn.
"What the hell did you do to him?" I am answered by the sound of a gunshot.
Suddenly every thing becomes fuzzy. I look down at my stomach, seeing it was covered in blood, my vision goes crazy again as I look up, expecting to see Quinn. But when I can see clearer, I am faced by Coulson with a gun turned towards me. Did he shoot me? He comes forward and pulls me in a hug. He didn't shoot me! I was so relieved, then he pulled the trigger. Again.
He shot me. Again.
He lays me down on the ground, shushing me as I gurgle out random noises.
"I'm sorry, but I also have my orders," Coulson says as he wipes the gun. It takes all of my strength to grab towards his hand as he walked out.
"Coulson," I groan, "Please, don't leave me alone, please,"
He chuckles slightly and walks out. Coulson left me to die.
A/N- it was supposed to be a short one-shot, but if you want me to continue I would gladly.