You've had a long day.
You had felt fine this morning when you woke up; your one year old had greeted you with a cheeky smile and a dirty nappy.
Your wife was already gone; everything for breakfast was set up and ready to go in the kitchen with a note telling you she was training Skye.
It started with an unsettled stomach.
You tried but couldn't keep breakfast down; you needed energy but ended up feeling worse than when you woke up.
You were jealous of your son; he sucked messily and greedily at the mashed pumpkin that was his breakfast.
You threw up two more times.
Next, your head started pounding not long before he woke up from his pre-lunch nap.
You had been trying to sort through some data Skye had pulled; your computer screen was hurting your eyes and you weren't getting anyway.
You put it aside for a small nap while you have the chance; it only felt like minutes before you heard the crying over the baby monitor.
You spent the rest of your day with a splitting headache and an unsettled child; you didn't want to call your wife to come home because the hacker needed all the sparring training she could get.
Finally, tired and hungry and in need of pain relief you called her.
She was home in twenty minutes; you were chastised for not calling her earlier.
You were jealous of your wife; she had Theo settled within minutes of taking him and he was fast asleep in his rocker for an impromptu afternoon nap.
Your dragged upstairs and put to bed; she kisses you gently when she returns with tea and painkillers.
She lays with you until you fall asleep and wakes you after a few hours for some plain toast and a small bowl of plain soup.
You've never had anything so delicious.
You don't throw up; you're put to bed almost as soon as you've finished.
You're Maria Hill and you're shaken awake close to midnight; you can hear the panic in her voice.
Your wife is on the phone; Clint is on his way over to watch the baby.
She's taking you to hospital; your brain clears itself of sleep.
You look down at the bed and feel it before you see it; you've bled everywhere.
Panic floods your body.
