Coulson was terrified. For himself, for his team, for her. Jiaying stared at him, also terrified. They both rushed towards Skye's side at the same time. She lay there in the dirt, looking so small. He remembered the first time her life had been in danger, and how he had felt like a piece of him had been ripped out and shanked, repeatedly. Now, it was worse, because she was in more danger now than she had ever been. This time, it wasn't her enemies that hurt her. This time, it was her family that almost killed her.
"Lilly, what have you done to her?" he demanded.
"That's not my name anymore, Phil," she replied heavily.
"You will always be Lilly to me, no matter what that husband of yours did to you," he told her. She leaned down to try and help her daughter, but Coulson pushed her aside. "I think you've done enough!" he snarled.
"You're right. Besides, she's your daughter, too," she said sadly.
"Yes, she is. Now, move!" He didn't know it, but Skye was half-conscious and listening to every word they said. It was too difficult for her to properly process them through the haze of white-hot pain, but she heard them. She knew enough to store them in her memory to go over later, when she wasn't dying. Coulson took a closer look at her injuries while he resumed his conversation with Jiaying. It was worse than he had originally thought. At first glance, her wounds looked big, but shallow. Now, he realized that they were deep as well. Jiaying, in an attempt to cripple their team, had fired three close-range shots at Jemma, but Skye had taken the bullets instead. She had been hit in the leg, abdomen, and right shoulder. The bullets were deep, and she was still leaking a steady stream of blood from each wound.
"Oh god," he breathed. "This is bad."
"You knew?" Jiaying asked.
"What?" he said distractedly.
"You knew that she was your daughter, not Cal's? How? You knew I was pregnant in China, yes, but I never told you anything about the baby. You weren't even there when she was born!"
"I had my suspicions when she joined the team, but I wasn't sure. Then she was shot by Quinn, and I took the opportunity to run some blood tests. I've known for sure since then," he told her. "Why do you ask?"
"Just confused, that's all. How bad is it?" she inquired worriedly. It was pretty bad. Coulson had done all he could, but she needed a doctor, fast. The problem was, he dared not move her, lest he opened the wound even further. He couldn't send Jiaying to fetch Jemma, and he wasn't sure he trusted any of the doctors they had there. And there was no way he was leaving Skye alone with her mother. He would have to go with option C: get one of the doctors nearby to attend to her.
"You have doctors here, correct?" he asked authoritatively.
"Y-yes, we do. Would you like me to fetch one?"
"Yes. Someone Skye knows and trusts, can you handle that?"
"I'm not sure if there is anyone...wait, Lincoln! He's in med school, and he's pretty much Skye's only friend here." she called as she ran off towards where he was attending to injured Inhumans. A moment later they scurried back.
"What happened?" Lincoln asked breathlessly. Coulson explained, and after shooting a disbelieving look at Jiaying, bent down to examine her. He bandaged her up enough so she could be moved, and they managed to take her to the Bus' sick bay. Lincoln peered down at her worriedly.
"I'm not sure if she'll make it through the night, honestly. She's lost so much blood..." he trailed off. "Do you have any doctors here?"
"Yes. Jemma Simmons. Her technical title is "Jemma Simmons, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and Biochemist, but she's pretty much a doctor. I think you'll like her," Coulson said with a smirk.
"Well, get her, please. I need all the help I can get with this one," he said brusquely. Coulson headed off to find her. Once he brought Jemma back, she and Lincoln pattered around Skye, trying to help her. Coulson sat by her bedside, staying out of the way, but staying close enough to hold her hand. He was so worried about her...