Jemma rushed to pull on the latex gloves, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't a surgeon, but she had worked with dead bodies before, and she'd had a hand in Skye's recovery after her gun shot wounds last year. Still, she was a nervous wreck.

Skye was under the influence of anesthesia, her pale skin almost transparent under the blinding medical lights. She had a nasal cannula to assist her breathing, but she didn't need an intubation breathing tube, which was a good sign. Her closed eyes were slightly purple, her skin was sweaty and her bangs were smeared along her forehead. Skye had lost a lot of blood, and the dried remnants stained most of Skye's shirt and jacket, along with the skin near the wound opening.

"Oh, god," Jemma gasped beneath her face mask.

"Agent Simmons," another surgeon said. "The bullet passed straight through her shoulder, entering below the collar bone and exiting through the shoulder blade and upper back."

"Right," Simmons said, inhaling shakily. "Has the bleeding stopped?"

"We've managed to stop the bleeding, but Agent Skye has lost almost three pints of blood," the man said.

"Oh, my god," Simmons gasped. "She'll need a blood transfusion," she said, her stomach dropping.

"Most likely, yes," he said. "Do you know of anyone who would be able to donate?"

"I believe so, but Skye isn't human. I don't know how a human's blood would react to hers. Her body could reject the new blood for all I know," Simmons sighed.

"We have to try it," he said. "Agent Skye isn't going to make it through this surgery without more blood."

"Skye is type AB," Simmons said. She racked her brain, trying to recall all the medical files of everyone on the team. There was a moment of silence before Simmons spoke up. "I know who could donate."

"Bobbi," Simmons ran down the hall, panting slightly. "Can I ask you to do something?"

"Of course," Bobbi said, her voice earnest. "Whatever you need."

"It's not for me; it's for Skye," Simmons said. "She needs a blood donor. She's AB, but I remembered that you were an O- so you could donate your blood to Skye."

"How did you know-"

"I read all your medical files," Simmons said with a shrug. She rolled her eyes when Bobbi stared at her in confusion. "Well, when you have a team going out into the field and getting shots taken at them every other day, you need to be prepared."

"Fair enough," Bobbi shrugged.

"So…you'll do it?" Simmons asked eagerly.

Bobbi nodded, her eyes set. "Lead the way."

Bobbi rounded the corner right behind Simmons into the med bay, which was currently occupied by three other S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors.

"Ah, Agent Morse," the one man said behind his mask. "I'm glad to see you were willing to donate."

"Eli," Bobbi said. "It's the least I can do for Skye."

I'm the reason she's in here, Bobbi thought.

"I'll get you hooked up," Eli said, motioning to a chair next to the metal table that Skye lay on. "We need about two pints, so don't be too eager to get up after we're done; you may be light-headed and unstable."

"I'll be okay," Bobbi gave him a small smile.

Dr. Eli inserted the needle into Bobbi's arm, and she only turned her eye slightly. Even though she would sit still and not make a face, needles weren't really her thing. Then Eli hooked up the other end of the tube to Skye's IV. Bobbi watched as her blood, deep and red, flowed through the tube and into Skye's body. After several minutes, Eli finally came over and took the needle out.

"We have to get started on this surgery," he said. "We've already lost precious time."

Bobbi nodded and pushed herself up off the chair, but Eli stopped her.

"You should remain seated; you lost a lot of blood."

"I'm fine, Eli," Bobbi said. "Can you let me know when Skye's out of surgery?"

"Of course," he said and pushed his mask back up over his face. He turned and began telling the other people in the room various directions.

"I'll come for you after," Simmons whispered as Bobbi passed.

Bobbi nodded, taking one more guilted look at Skye, who look so small and so absolutely powerless laying on that silver table. She pried her eyes away though and left the room without looking back.

Bobbi walked down the hallway, running a hand through her hair. She sighed, her heart pounding a little faster with the passing time.

"Morse," she heard and whipped her head around, immediately narrowing her eyes.

"Calderon," she said stiffly. "What do you want?"

"Assignment. Suit up, wheels up in five," he said, walking to the armory.

"Assignment?" She asked. "What assignment?"

"Gonzalez said there were leads to some Inhuman who has been bothering you guys," he said. "Parts of his genetic markers were left behind at a scene."

Calderon stopped suddenly, and he turned around to face Bobbi. She saw his left eye was black and blue, his nose was slightly purple, and his split lip was dried. He looked her dead in the eyes. "Are you questioning me, Morse?"

"Not at all," Bobbi tilted her head to the side, biting her tongue. "I'll meet you here in five."

Bobbi grabbed her batons, her side holsters, and her jacket, then she sheathed her batons and set out.

Calderon was waiting for her by the elevator, his arms crossed. He nodded to the elevator, never saying a word. Bobbi could feel the tension between them, but she didn't think Calderon would soon forgive her for punching him in the face.

Bobbi watched the elevator doors close, and as soon as the doors closed, an immense pain exploded over the back of her skull. She yelled, falling to the floor of the elevator, her hand finding the back of her head. The ground was moving, and Bobbi couldn't see straight. She brought her hand into her wavering vision, and she saw that warm, shiny red blood covered the palm of her hand. While she was still trying to get her bearings, two rough hands grabbed her by her shirt collar and dragged her to her feet.

Calderon's face, cold and evil was before her. She couldn't see his face well though because her vision was blurry and the world was wobbly. She could see his lips moving, but her ears weren't working correctly. Suddenly, Calderon raised his fist and laid it down on Bobbi's face repeatedly. Bobbi grunted with each impact, but she was still so disoriented that all she could do was raise her arms to try and block the hits. Calderon kicked Bobbi in the gut, dropping her to the ground. His foot made contact with her ribs over and over again until Bobbi felt something crack. She screamed, the pain flaring up in a hot, flaming burn. Bobbi was scrunched in the corner of the elevator, trying to deflect the blows that Calderon was giving. His face was red with fury, the veins in his neck popping out as he yelled obscenities at Bobbie. Her hearing came in waves, sometimes she heard blaring loudness, but most of the time it was a vacuum of silence.

Finally, Calderon's barrage ended, leaving Bobbi gasping for breath and tears building up in her eyes, but the pain was so blindingly agonizing that Bobbi just laid on the floor whimpering. Calderon grabbed her by the throat, shoving her head against the metal siding. He inched closer to her, growling in a low whisper before bailing out the elevator doors.

"Hail Hydra."

Yes, I know Calderon isn't actually a Hydra agent, but I made him one specifically for the plot of this story. Let me know what you think of this plot twist!

-Brielle