Jemma watches the nurse carefully take out the stitches out of Grant's head. It's been a week, and certain parts of him are healing up on their own. His bruises have been fading too. His skin returning to it's usual color.

"How are you, Mrs. Ward?" The nurse says looking over at Jemma who's been curled up in the chair by his bed side for most of the week, his hand still grasped in her own.

Jemma shrugged at the nurse. She wasn't used to being called Ward. Most times she was still called Simmons. Jemma had chosen to hyphenate their last names. There were too many achievements tied to Simmons that she wasn't about to cause confusion with by changing her last name. It was actually Grant's idea.

They were curled up on the couch together. Grant was reading another book. Though, it wasn't one given by his S.O like most books he read. He was reading Pride and Prejudice. Yes, stoic agent Ward, was reading Pride and Prejudice. It was Jemma's favorite book. She felt obligated to make Grant read it. He resisted at first but in the end Jemma had won out.

"How's it going?" He asked glancing up from his book, his lips brushing her ear.

"Slow." Jemma answered. "If you keep doing that, I'll never finish this damned paperwork."

Ward peeked over her shoulder. "Your stuck at the last names." He pointed out, which earned him an eye roll from her.

"Yes, I am Captain Obvious. I just don't know what to do." She sighed. " I want to take your last name, I really, really do. It's just...I've been trying to make myself known. I wanted Simmons to be known in the science community. I got my PhD's with that last name. They won't just go away because of a name change. It just woul-"

The rest of rambling was cut off by Grant's lips. He had a habit of doing this when she launched into rambles. Jemma never complained. A few times she'd just ramble pointlessly just to get a kiss from him. She was sure he knew that, but if he did he didn't say so.

He pulled away with a smirk playing at his lips. "I think you should take my last name and keep yours too. Best of both worlds." He said with a smile.

The nurse came over and patted her shoulder, muttering something about how it gets easier, before leaving Jemma in the silence broken only by beeps. Her ears were used to the constant hums of machines. Most time she welcomed the comfort that they brought, but these didn't bring any comfort. These machines only reminded her that Grant was human. His heart could slow, his breathing could stop, any number of things could happen. And Jemma hated it. Jemma hated knowing she couldn't help. She hated that she couldn't disappear into the lab and calculate a solution. She hated feeling useless.

"Hey, Jems! Brought you some food!" Leo's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Jemma smiles up at the familiar figure holding up a paper bag. She glances over to Grant's still body. Jemma doesn't like leaving, but she does need to eat. She stands up, and presses a kiss to his forehead.

"Don't wake up without me."

Jemma drops the noddles into her mouth. Fitz asked her a question, but Jemma doesn't want to answer. Jemma doesn't want to even entertain the idea.

"He'll wake up." Jemma answers him rather stubbornly.

Leo sighed. He's taken most of Jemma's frustration. He had to deal with her crying, and her anger. He was the one who took it all, and didn't complain. "I'm not saying he isn't going to wake up, Jemma. It's been a week. That's a long time. He could be a very different when he wakes up."

"He will wake up! He will be fine!" Jemma storms out of the cafeteria, leaving Leo alone at the table. Everyone keeps telling her that. She knows Grant may be different. But he's her Grant. He's always been fine. He's always been strong. This isn't Jemma's place. She didn't know what to do if he wasn't ok.

After that her interactions with the team disappears almost completely. Fitz is her only life line really. He calls twice a day, morning and the night. Leo makes sure she's eating, and asks each time about Ward. Jemma wishes she could say he was doing better, but his condition remained the same. It remained the same till the six day in the morning when Jemma missed Leo's call. Jemma was sitting in one the waiting rooms. They had wheeled Grant off to take another CT. They took a lot of them to check brain function.

Usually when the doctor returned, who ever it was didn't smile. This time the doctor was smiling. "We have good news." He announced taking the seat next to Jemma.

"We've been waiting for higher brain activity from Ward before taking him off of the sedatives. We'd like to try it today. It's been almost two weeks, and his brain activity is high enough. With that said you need to be aware we have no idea how his brain was affected. Motor skills, movement, memory loss could all be effected. The memory loss is what we're worried about the most. He's a field agent, we don't know if he'll remember working at SHIELD at all. We do, however, have protocols for when this happens. We'll cross that bridge only if we have to."

Jemma can't wipe the smile off her face. She knows the odds aren't the best, but just to see him awake and whole is worth it. The nurses and doctor busy themselves accordingly, and Jemma takes up the seat by his side as usual. Again, his hand is taken in hers.

"It may take an hour or two. Just be patient." A nurse retreats to the back of their make shift room to keep an eye on things.

It's a long hour and a half for Jemma. Knowing he'll wake up, but not knowing when is eating her alive. There's so many questions that pester her to be answered, that can only be answered by him waking up. Waiting gives her time to think. It isn't a good thing. Jemma thinks in the worst possibilities. The doctor was right, memory loss is a very real possibility. She's starting to nod off again, when she feels the slightest of movements in her hand. Jemma jerks herself into a more up right sitting position, and leans closer to Grant. He's not awake yet, but he's getting there.

When his eyes do open, she has to restrain herself from doing anything, from asking if he's ok, from kissing him. He has to come to on his on as much as Jemma hates it. Jemma watches as his eyes absorb every detail of the room like she's watched him do on missions so many times before. It looks different, and she can't place why. Then his gaze settles on her, and he looks confused. And it worries Jemma. He should not be looking like that, like he's never seen her.

Jemma smiles, and decides to keep it simple. "Hey." She wish her voice didn't shake as much as it did.

"Who are you?" His voice is rough, but even so it's not his. If anything it sounds like the Ward she first met. The agent who didn't want to be part of the team, who thought Fitzsimmons to be one person.

A tear rolls down her cheek. "I-It's me, Jemma. I'm...I'm your wife." She whispers, because she's scared. Jemma's scared that he doesn't remember. She's scared and her voice is shaking, and even more tears are threatening to spill onto her cheeks.

"Wait-so we're married?" He asks.

Jemma lets the tears go. She lets them roll down her cheeks because he doesn't remember. Her Grant doesn't know her and it hurts. "Y-yes."

"How long?"

That's when Jemma realizes the date. She realizes how cruel the world is, how someone so close seems so far away. "Two years-today." Jemma whispers, because saying it any louder will break her more than she's already broken.

She doesn't remember leaving, doesn't remember walking. Jemma just knows that she does. She realizes she left the hospital when she's knocking on a familiar door. When Leo opens the door he's not given time to say anything, Jemma's sobbing into his chest. "H-he doesn't r-member me!" Jemma chokes out between sobs. Leo rubs her back, but doesn't say anything. And Jemma sobs. She sobs because her love is gone. She sobs because Leo Fitz was right.