A/N: And yet another scene! This one is only briefly touching on Skye's injuries (sorry!) but I'm just way too tired to write any more on this tonight. So details on the extent of them will be - definitely - explained in the next scene. However, Skye will be too traumatised by what she's recently suffered that she's not gonna talk much about it.
Anyhoo, on with the story. :)
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Kara turned the shower on, then paused. "How hot do you want the water?" she asked Skye, who was standing in the middle of the bathroom, looking lost.
The woman jumped when Kara spoke and quickly tried to conceal her surprise. "Ah…" she took her time to consider it. Hot would burn…Oh God, no, not hot! "Warm, please." She finally answered in a small voice.
Kara gave yet another of her comforting smiles, the effect not at all marred by the scar on her face.
Yet another symbol of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s carelessness with others' lives. As long as we aren't dead, right? Skye thought sullenly as Kara brought down the temperature of the shower water.
"Water's ready." Kara said cheerfully as she turned back to face the younger woman. "Do you want me to leave while you take your clothes off?" She was already taking a step towards the door as she said this.
"No, it's fine." Skye answered her, starting to tug off the floral jacket, albeit with some difficulty. "Could you help? I'm so cold."
"Of course." Kara moved forwards to stand behind her and pulled the jacket off, tossing it to one side of the bathroom before helping Skye tug the ACDC shirt up and over her head. Once that had joined the jacket, Kara looked to see that Skye was braless as well. She frowned. "How long have you been going without a bra, Skye?"
"Um, about a week. Why?" Skye countered, unfazed by the usual issue of modesty around a woman she barely knew. She kept her back to her, however, and raised her voice a little to be heard more clearly.
"The breast tissue sags when left to hang." Came the reply.
Skye's brow scrunched a little. "How do you know that?" she asked as she undid the belt and let the jeans drop to the floor before stepping out of them.
"I've been remembering bits of my past with the original S.H.I.E.L.D. I'll you after you've washed and slept, and we have time to talk. For now, though," she moved past Skye to check that the water was still at the right temperature. "In you g…"
She'd turned back around to look at Skye face on, and her jaw dropped in horror at what she saw. "Skye." She breathed, glancing up at the woman's apologetic face. "What the hell happened?"