Chapter 3 Skye's P.O.V.

My eyes opened slowly. The bright lights hurt and my hand was going numb from someone holding onto it for dear life. My throat was sore and my chest area hurt badly. I need water and for someone to turn off the lights. I turned to the side to see who was sitting by me and it was May, not Jemma like I thought it would be.

May was awake and saw me looking around. She let go of my hand and grabbed a cup of something with a straw in it. She helped guide me into a sitting position and held the cup up to my face with easy access to the straw. I took a small sip and felt the cool water slide down my parched throat. It felt so good and it made me feel like I could talk now.

"Where's Jemma?" I wondered aloud. May put the cup back on the bedside table.

"She's asleep. I made her go to bed about an hour ago. You've been asleep for over 12 hours and she had been up for a while. She needed the rest," May answered.

"What happened?"

"We don't know. You disappeared, reappeared and then went weirdly catatonic. We got you down here and Jemma gave you a sedative. We patched you up and got you in some new clothes. She's been by your bedside ever since. I had to threaten her to get her to go to bed."

"It's a good thing she's still afraid of you then isn't it."

"Very much so. I can go and get her if you want or need her."

"No, let her sleep. I'll probably be falling back asleep soon anyways."

"Good."

We sat there in silence for a while. I started to remember what had happened, what I did. I didn't freak out as badly as I had earlier but I could feel some tears falling down my face. May grabbed a tissue and cleaned off the tears before giving me the cup of water back. I sipped it slowly. May started to glide her hand through my hair. It was comforting, like something a mother would do after their child had a nightmare. May was a lot like a mother figure to me. I loved her a lot and she was always there for me when I needed her. Which is why I knew I could ask her anything.

"How do you know if you're a monster?"

"You don't. You can only hope and try you're best to be a good person. If in the end, you know you did your best, then that's in the end, you know you did your best, then that's all you can really ask for."

"Is that what you do?"

"Yes. Maybe I haven't been the best person in the world and I've hurt people, but I'm the best I can be right now."

"I guess that really is all you can ask for. I did something horrible and I don't know how Jemma is going to react. I'm not even sure I want her around me."

"Jemma loves you. Jemma will always love you, no matter what you do. You can't make her stay away from you."

"Thanks, for the talk and for everything. You're like a mom to me, the mom I never had."

"You're like a daughter to me, too. Just tell Jemma whatever it is that you did and let her decide what to do. Now go back to sleep. You need your rest."

"Okay." I laid back down and May's hand followed me. She petted my hair until my eyes drooped down. Then she leaned down and kissed my forehead, just like a good mother would do and she relaxed into the bedside chair. I grabbed her hand right before I fell asleep and I felt her give it a comforting squeeze. I am so glad I have a family, my family. My beautiful girlfriend, Jemma. Fitz, my brother from another mother. May, the mother figure I always wanted, sort of. And Coulson, a father figure but also like a cool uncle. I know that with my family beside me, I can do anything and everything will be okay.