My take on what happened/could happen to Fitz. These characters are not my own and belong to Marvel Comics. I own nothing. Please review.

"I want to see him" cried Simmons, her hair flying back in a fury. "I have to see him!" she cried, desperately running her hands through her hair.

"I am sorry, Miss. I am afraid I can't let you see Mr. McPeak," replied the stoic, female nurse, "his condition has worsened and he is in critical care."

"I know that! That is why I am here! Can you at least tell me what happened?" she pleaded. The fight slowly fading out of her as she finished her sentence, it was replaced with a grave look of worry. Jemma had driven there as fast as she could when she heard the bad news, racing out of The Playground against the protests of Agent Koenig. Now all she wanted was to see his face or at least find out what happened. She didn't want this to be the end, not now, not anytime soon. So here she was yelling at some random nurse in a random hospital in a random city only understanding that Fitz, under an alias, had gotten worse. Not better.

"Are you a friend of Mr. Leopold McPeak?" asked a doctor who had come over to see what all the commotion was about. He was a wrinkly old man with eyes who had seen the death of too many patients.

"Yes," replied Jemma in a breathless tone, "can you tell me what happened to him doctor? Please."

The doctor gave a sigh, "Am sorry to have to inform you of this, Miss, but there have been unexpended complications to Mr. McPeak's recovery. His severe case of the bends has caused his brain nerves to short circuit which in term caused him to go into a unrecoverable coma. The only thing keeping him alive is a respirator."

"An unrecoverable coma?" Simmons whispered. The words tasted like rotten fruit on her tongue.

"Am sorry for your loss, Miss," the doctor said, "But I do have one quick question. The part of his chart which would name any remaining relatives was blank. Is there any relatives which should be notified?"

"Yes. But I can tell them. It's ok." she answered in a dazed, trance-like state, partly there at the hospital and partly in her head watching as her mind slowly started to fall apart.

"I have a question for you...", she quickly glanced at his name tag and continued to speak in a hollow voice, "Dr. Jones. You are not..."

"Are not what, Miss?"

She paused, gulped, and continued to speak is a wavering voice. "You are not going to unplug him yet, are you?"

"We will only unplug him when we get a signed signature from his closest relative, Miss."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Jones." Simmons mechanically replied.

As she sprinted out of the hospital she heard the Doctor say something, but all she wanted to do was drive back to the plane, go to her bed, curl up in a ball, and try to fight off the feeling of suffocation that was starting to consume her.