Chapter 10

When I was about twelve, I was put in a foster home with another young girl that was their own daughter, her name was Jayne and she was my first friend. She taught me to smile and laugh. On the day that is supposably my birthday they got me a kitten and I named her Molly. Her black fur was the softest I had ever felt and her meow was the quietest.

I would always fall asleep with Molly beside my head and her purring lulling me to sleep, I remember one night after dinner Jayne and I were running around the pool in the back yard her giggles infecting me, making me feel like I had a home.

Her scream pierced the night sky when she fell into the pool; I dived in after her, knowing that she couldn't swim. When I pulled her out the night sky had turned to light, she was gasping for air and pushing me away from her, looking to the sky above us.

I remember the terror in her eyes as I pull her to me. I don't remember how we got out of that pool, as she was a lot bigger than me. I look around to the sky glowing like it was on fire and then darkness fell again. I never understood what happened that night, but when I woke up my bags had been packed and Jayne was hiding behind her parents as they led me out to the car to take me back to St Agnes, before I had to leave Jayne tried to give me Molly but as she was about to put her in my arms, Molly hissed and scratched at me. Since then whenever I went to a foster home I never unpacked my bags and I could never pat a cat. I had started to accept the fact that family, family isn't everything. Just living is. Then Allison stormed into my life and showed me how to live and not shut out people. That having nightmares is okay and if the sky is on fire, it's just the sun rising above to remind us that brightness is around the corner.

When I wake to the world that I'm almost sure is real, Jemma is standing over me taking a blood sample. I look down as the blood pour easily into the vial, and it makes my stomach weak. Jemma eyes meet mine as a groan slips from my lips.

She smiles kindly and tells me that she is drawing blood for a few test and that she will be right back in a few minutes. I watch her quickly rush out of the room the door hissing closed behind her.

I close my eyes for a few moment and breathe in, a burning pain still in my torso. I take a quick glance to make sure no one in looking and I push away the blankets and open the hospital gown I am in. I begin to push away the bandages and wrap, I can see deep red skin and then…then I see the real damage. There is a scar that runs from just below my sternum to just before my belly button but the one's the haunt me the most is the two bullet entry wound points. There are a few stiches to close them up. I press gently into one of the wound and I remember the pain and the sound of the gun, I reach for the next wound and remember the burning of the muzzle of the gun putting another bullet into me.

I close my eyes but behind them I am back in that dark cellar, I quickly open my eyes and I am met with Jemma starring pointedly at my wound. I quickly pull up the covers, she doesn't need to see the ugly scars, the reason why I am here.

Jemma walks quickly to me and takes my face in her hand, wiping the tears that I didn't know where on my cheeks. Her forehead rest gently against mine and she tells me that it's going to be okay, that she'll fix me. More tears come and I wrap my arms around her warm body as it rest against my still cold one.

I don't know how long I hold her for it could have been hours, but we comfort each other as we cry, her tears seeping through the hospital gown and warming the skin beneath it. When our breathing returns to normal, she pulls away wiping away the tear tracks from both her face and mine. She then reaches for the blanket and slowly pulls it down, her eyes maintaining contact with mine.

Then her hand rest against the wounds on my stomach and it doesn't hurt, it's just…it's okay. Her soft warm hand is softly stroking the reddened skin around the wound and it is soothing, the pain isn't so bad anymore. My head tills to the side as she looks to the wounds, her other hand taking mine and placing it with both of her, it feels like she is healing me, her gentle touch.

A stupid smile erupts on my face and I tell her, 'You're beautiful, Jemma. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for saving me.'

Redness fills Jemma's cheeks and she has a grin on her face too. Her hands and mine fall back to the bed and Jemma begins righting my bandages, her finger ghosting over the wounds. She closes my hospital gown and her eyes lift to meet mine and her blush deepens.

'We can get you out of this gown soon and into some more comfortable clothes. You might have some trouble standing after lying down for so long. But May and I can help you get dresses.'

'Jemma?' I question.

'Yeah Skye?'

'I'm scared.'

Disclaimer: I own nothing except a laptop and a nice socks. So things are getting good for Skye and Simmons but she is still healing. Things are going to start getting weird, just remember that everything is connected. Thank you to all the reviewers and follows. Next chapter should be up in 12-24 hours.