Lincoln is close to collapsing from exhaustion. As soon as the Quinjet arrived Mack was tended to, but Skye's situation was a lot more complicated. He heard this is her third bullet to the stomach and he feels nauseous just thinking about the pain she must be in. She was immediately cut out of her shirt and they began operating on her in the middle of the lobby after they evacuated the residents.

"I'm Fitz," says a voice suddenly way too close for comfort. Lincoln barely has enough energy to turn his head towards the man standing next to him. "I'm not British, I'm Scottish. Hence, my obsession with monkeys." He states bluntly.

"What does your accent have to do with an obsession of monkeys?" Lincoln asks exasperatedly.

"Nothing at all." The eccentric man replies. Just then the woman he recognizes as Simmons from when he was being rehabilitated from his imprisonment at the hands of Hydra approaches.

"You can ignore Fitz." She states matter-of-factly. Her hands and clothes are covered in Skye's blood, probably because of the emergency operations performed. Her playfulness slowly dulls into indifference as she takes a breath, bracing herself for the news she's about to deliver.

"What? What's wrong?" Lincoln feels a wave of panic flare through his chest and electricity crackles between each of his fingers.

"Um, well we don't know. Her stomach was partially perforated, thankfully not as bad as before, but that's all we can tell because of our limited resources here. We have to take her in to a S.H.I.E.L.D. medical facility so we can find out the full extent of her injur-" Simmons is cut off suddenly as a quake violently shakes the room. Simmons pales. Everyone turns in time to see Skye wake up from her previously unconscious state. She's panting and is attempting to sit up, but cries out in pain.

"Simmons!" The doctor is yelled for from across the entire lobby. She scurries towards the obviously distressed patient. There are tears on Skye's face now and she's trying obviously hard to hold in her sobs, probably because of the bullet wound. Lincoln starts for her, but Fitz holds him back.

"You can't go over there. You have to await until the director gives the go ahead." He explains, rather frantically after he sees the look on Lincoln's eyes.

"It's my goddamned fault she was there in the first place! I called her! This is on me!" Lincoln puts his head in his hands.

"We all know she would find you either way Lincoln. It's our fault. We're on a team." And with that, everyone boarded the Quinjet.

"It's not life-threatening. We sewed up her interior and exterior wounds. It'll take about a month or two to heal but she should be fine." The doctor chuckled quietly as the team released a bug puff of air, seemingly in unison. "She'll be in bed rest a few days but slowly introduce her to the physical therapy I prescribed." Just then, Mack walks into the room groggily rubbing his eyes.

"What'd I miss?"