A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I've been dealing with a severe case of writer's block. Please review! (and note that I've changed my username to WinnieTherPooh)

Daisy pushed open the door of the lab. "Fitz? Coulson needs-" Her voice trailed off as she noticed the mess in the lab. Papers stirred lazily on the floor from the rush of air when the door swung open. "Fitz?" She took a cautious step inside the door, pushing it shut behind her. "Fitz, are you in here?"

There was silence. Daisy bent down and began to collect some of the strewn papers. On some of them she could recognize Fitz's meticulous handwriting-on others, it wobbled and ran all over the page, letters getting wider and out of control. "Fitz?" She called out again, "Jemma? Jemma are you in here?" She put down the stack of papers and moved again towards the back of the lab. "Fitz?"

"I'm here." His voice, coming from the floor, startled her. She spun around. Fitz slumped against one of the cabinets on the back wall, head in his hands.

"Fitz, what's going on?" She slid to her knees next to him. "Do you need me to call Jemma?"

"No." His sharp voice startled her. "Don't call her. I'll be fine."

"I don't like it when you lie to me, Fitz." Daisy said, getting comfortable beside him. "Talk."

"Another headache." Fitz rubbed the back of his neck. The exhaustion on his face scared Daisy. She thought she could spot a trace of tears on his cheeks. "For the past two days. Can't think, can't write."

"What does Jemma think you're doing?" Daisy asked, "Does she know?"

Fitz shook his head slightly. "I hid it yesterday, but today was the worst it's ever been. She just knows I'm working in the lab."

"Okay." Daisy looked around, "Okay. What can I get you? Aspirin? Water?"

Fitz shook his head. "I've made a mess, haven''t I?"

"Don't worry about it." Daisy said, "I'll clean up your papers and you can organize them again when you feel better." They sat in silence for a few minutes. "Aren't your meds supposed to prevent headaches?"

Fitz shrugged. "Supposed to." The silence continued.

"Have you taken them?" Daisy asked, "Should I get them?"

"I don't remember." Fitz shrugged again.

"Where are they? I'll get them for you." Daisy said, standing up.

"I don't know if they'll help." Fitz said, "They don't always." He closed his eyes. "Top left hand drawer on my desk."

Daisy opened the drawer and began to rummage through it until she found the orange bottle. "It says to take it with food."

"Water bottle on the desk, granola bar in the next drawer." Fitz said, "But I don't know if it'll help."

"Optimism, Fitz." Daisy said, passing the medication and food down to Fitz and taking her spot next to him again. "What else can I do?"
"Can you promise me something?" Fitz asked, his voice low and intense. "I know that most promises aren't worth anything, but can you try?"

"Of course, Fitz." Daisy said, "What do you need me to do?"

"Look out for them. If something happens to me, make sure they're all right." Fitz whispered.

"Fitz, what are you talking about?" Daisy asked, "Nothing is going to happen."

"That's what I thought a few years ago." Fitz rubbed the back of his neck again, "And here I am, sitting on the floor of a lab that I wrecked. I don't trust my brain, Daisy. I have headaches. I get angry. My hands are all but useless."

"Fitz-" Daisy protested.

Fitz pressed on, his voice close to breaking. "I don't know when I could lose everything, Daisy. I need you to look out for them. Keep them safe from me when I go."

"That's morbid, Fitz." Daisy said, "Don't assume that the worst is going to happen."

"I don't take things for granted anymore." Fitz said shortly, "And I don't count on things to happen a certain way." He closed his eyes again. "I just need to know that somebody will look out for them, if it's you, or Mack, I don't care, I just need to be sure."

Daisy sighed. "Okay, Fitz. You didn't need to make me promise that. I would have done it anyway." She stood up. "Do you want me to call Jemma now?"

"Yeah." Fitz said, "Yeah, do that."

Daisy pulled out her phone. "Fitz? Don't hide away like this again, okay?"

"Okay." Fitz said, "Just look out for them. Don't let me hurt them."