Chapter 3

When I become aware of my surrounding, I can hear soft voices and I can feel a cool hand in mine. I can feel the scratchiness of hospital sheets below me and a sigh slips from my dry lips. When I open my eyes I am in a semi darkened room, but I can see bright lights peeking through the gap in the curtains that surround the glass walls.

A chair screeching across the floor causes me to look toward Jemma standing and smiling at me. I feel embarrassed that I'm here. I'm not that important to worry about. 'Skye?' Jemma says gently her voice like honey.

'What happened? Why do I feel dizzy?' I question persistently.

'You…we aren't sure yet. You went cold suddenly and you were screaming. Fitz gave you morphine and it knocked you out. They've given you more here. They are running test. I…I don't understand what is happening to you. I'm so sorry Skye. It feels like I've failed you,' Jemma weeps quietly.

'Jemma,' I reach to her other hand but my IV line stops me. I groan in frustration and I say, 'Jemma, this…whatever is wrong with me is not your fault. I'm sure it's nothing just my mind playing tricks on my body.'

'Skye, whatever this is. It's killing you. It's not…not normal for a person temperature to drop so quickly and you…you were screaming weird things that I don't understand either. Right now you are so cold that it should be doing damage to your brain and I think it might be. They think you have somehow lost a lot of blood but…but you haven't been hurt. They don't even understand what is…'

Suddenly the door open and a funny looking doctor, Coulson and the rest of the team walk in. Jemma starts to remove her hand from mine but I hold onto it tightly knowing that whatever this doctor is about to tell me is going to be bad news.

He opens a folder and turns on the light to the x-ray examiner. I blink trying to get use to the sudden light in the once darken room and he mutters a quite sorry. I watch the rest of the team gather on the other side of my bed out of the way from the doctor.

'Alright, Skye first of all I have called every doctor around the world but no one knows, exactly is going on with you. I have searched every option and nothing lead to what the symptoms that you are having. I'm sorry to tell you that there is not much we can really do. I…I'm sorry.'

He pulls out a brain scan from the folder and places up to the examiner and grimly says, 'As you can see, you have some minor brain damage and we are not sure as yet to why. Your temperature has settled down to 44 Fahrenheit or 6 degrees Celsius. We tried to warm you up while you were out but your body reacted to it severely. I'm not sure whether to let your body heal itself or see if we can take at least some the symptoms away and get you back to normal. The migraine that you had before, we have used a pretty strong morphine to keep it away but it will be normal for you to feel dizzy or nausea. Again I'm so sorry for this, but I'm not giving up.'

I watch as the doctor leaves the room and I feel like I'm about to lose it, I mean this morning I woke up with just a simple migraine and now they say they have no idea what is happening to me. I look over to Coulson and he and May are once again talking quietly. Maybe this is happening because I am a 0-8-4, I wonder if the doctor knows. I doubt the rest of the team even knows. I turn to Jemma and frown remembering my past words tell her this was nothing. This was something no one ever heard of. This is a 0-8-4, I am the 0-8-4.

Abruptly I feel a sharp burning sensation in my stomach then…then I feel pain, the kind of pain that feels like your insides are being ripped apart. Like someone has driven a hot knife into your stomach and twisted it. I cough up what feels like blood pooling in the back of my throat. I can't breathe right; I'm not sure what is going on. It feels like there is a ghost gripping an arm around my back and pressing something just under where the pain is radiating from.

'Shh…shhh,' a male voice whispers into my ear, then the clear sound of a gunshot ringing around a darkened room and everything is burning and there is blood. So much blood.

I'm being lowered onto a cold stone floor and his haunting voice says, 'I'm sorry, I have my orders too.'

I can hear myself beg for help, I can see the door I just walked through only minutes ago closed. I cry for help as I drag my bloody broken body to the door. I can feel the coldness of the door knob as I pull it open. I cough again more blood spilling from my mouth.

I can't breathe, but I can scream because there is not blood in my throat or mouth. I don't think this is a nightmare anymore. I think…I think this is a horrible memory. My hands grip my stomach trying to cover the entry wound to stop the blood but there is none, but the pain is killing me, drugs can't even stop the pain tearing my insides apart.

I can hear voices yelling and monitors beeping wildly. I can feel hands trying to restrain me from tearing open my stomach to stop the pain, but nothing. Nothing can stop this. This pain is killing me and there is nothing I can do about it. The last thing I hear is Jemma and Coulson yelling my name. The last thing I feel is hands pushing me down and pulling me up. The last thing I say is, 'Help.'

Disclaimer: Again I only own my pretty laptop and a fluffy Border Collie. Thanks for reading and I hope you like this chapter. Next one should be up in about 24-48 hours or less. Reviews make me write faster and also make me smile for like the whole day. I made a small edit, doubt you guys will notice but its for Skye's temp, it needed to be down a lot more.