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Ward stood with his arms crossed, watching Fitz's reaction to the slowly dropping oxygen. Fitz's curly hair was drenched with sweat as he screamed for Ward to stop. His face impassive, he noticed that the screams were getting more hoarse as Fitz began gasping to breath the thinning air. "Having a hard time breathing, Fitz? Are you ready to listen to me?"
Getting down on his heels on the floor in front of Fitz, Ward began to explain. "My friend Yusef wants the splinter bomb. You're going to build that for him, or we're going to keep up this game we're playing with the oxygen."
"How could you?" Fitz gasped out, trying to grasp the dark evil in Ward's face. "How could you do this to me again?"
"Yusef is my partner, Fitz." Ward stood up. "He's my team. How could I not?" With a quick movement, he readjusted the oxygen. "I'll give you a little while to think about it."
When he was able to breath normally again, Fitz found that he couldn't stand very well, probably a result of the energy he had used screaming at Ward. He scooted back against the wall of the cell, resting his head against it as he began crying.
He tried to wipe his face off, but his hand was shaking too much. Almost instinctively, his hand slipped up to his shoulder. "Yeah, Simmons, I know that it's re-exposure to a situation causing the results of the situation to come back." He closed his eyes, the tears continuing to seep out, without him able to control them. "I only have to hold out a little longer, and then they'll come, my team's going to come. I know, Simmons, it's been a while, but they'll find where I am." He fell asleep talking to Simmons, his shaking hand still resting on his shoulder.