Daisy and Bobbi were kneeling beside Fitz's body, Bobbi desperately trying to stop the bleeding coming from his leg and stomach. Daisy tried to keep Fitz conscious, worried that if he went out he might not come back. "Fitz? Stay with me Fitz." His eyes were open, but they were dull and glassy. Daisy tried not to compare them to the brilliant blue she was used to. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? We're going to get you out of here."
She gently removed the duct tape from the rest of his mouth, but was horrified to see the blood staining it. A dribble of blood was coming out of his mouth, staining his abnormally pale skin. Daisy closed her eyes for a second, her mind flashing back to two years earlier. Quinn had just shot her. She knew the pain Fitz must be in. But there was no time for recollections. Opening her eyes, she saw Fitz's eyes sliding shut. "No, Fitz, stay with me. Stay awake, Fitz."
"Help me." He choked out, his cough bringing up more blood.
Daisy blinked back her tears. "I'm going to help you Fitz. You can make it through this." He gasped for air, his eyes wide with the pain. "You just have to stay with me, okay?
Bobbi interrupted. "Help me lift him up. Be careful."
Hunter gently slid his hands under Fitz's back, helping them lift him onto the stretcher, and then lift the stretcher into the gurney.
Daisy's blast had stunned Ward, but Mack had him on his feet now, officially arresting him. "I think he broke his collarbone, sir. There might be more injuries that I'm not aware of yet." Mack reported, as he handcuffed Ward.
"We can deal with that when we get back to the playground. Give him some painkiller once we're on the plane, but Bobbi can't help him right now." Coulson ordered. "Don't let May get near him. She'd probably kill him."
"I'm pretty close to killing him myself." Mack snorted. "Come on." He pushed Ward in front of him, out of the storage room.
"Sir! We need to get out of here. If we don't get Fitz back home soon, we'll lose him." Bobbi reported, having finished gently strapping him to the stretcher.
"Let's move."
The plane was moving quickly across the Atlantic Ocean, while the team stood in a stunned silence while Bobbi tried to stabilize Fitz. He was still conscious, but drowsy from the painkillers she was pumping into him.
Daisy took his hand, letting him feel her presence. "You're going to be okay, Fitz. We're all here, we're going to make sure that you're okay."
"Yeah, mate. You're going to be fine." Hunter agreed, before turning and leaving the room as quickly as he could. Finding the nearest sink, he began violently scrubbing his hands, trying to remove all the stains of Fitz's blood from them. Finally, he slammed the water off, staring up at the wall. "I'm going to kill the bloody-" He trailed off, drying his hands.
"Hunter!" It was Coulson, who was standing at the door. "What's going on?"
"Nothing." Hunter lied, feeling the pistol in his belt close against his hip. Waiting for him to grab it, waiting for him to end Ward.