Chapter Twenty-Five (This Heart That I Misplaced)

(Two Days Later)

"I'm sure that he'll be fine." Hunter said, looking at a grief-stricken Skye who was sitting up weakly in her hospital bed. "Well, that's what Simmons said anyways."

Skye blinked slowly, looking off to the side, "What did she say anyways?" she asked. "She won't tell me what's going on, and neither will Coulson. Is it some kind of secret?"

Hunter shrugged, shifting in his chair, "I don't know. Well, actually, all I know is that he's still asleep and won't wake up. And it looks like he keeps having nightmares or something, because he keeps twitching in his sleep, there's rapid eye movement or something, and he occasionally lets out a scream. I really don't know what it is."

"Then how come I don't hear the screams?" Skye asked.

"Probably 'cause you're asleep most of the time." Hunter said. "And apparently he only does it every so often."

"Why can't I see him?" Skye asked quietly, looking down at her blanket-covered lap. "Why can't I go and see him?"

Hunter took a breath, "Skye, you're not supposed to be getting out of that bed anytime soon. I'm surprised that Simmons let you sit up already."

"I want to see him."

Hunter shook his head, "You probably can later, but you can't right now. You're still sick and Ward, well, he's still out of it. It probably won't be good for you. The stress, the exercise."

Skye blinked again, and didn't say anything in response.

"Skye," Hunter began.

Still no response.

"You'll get to see him sooner or later. It's just that Coulson and Simmons both want you in here resting." he said. "They're wanting the best for you. You'll get to see him."

Skye looked down, shifting underneath the blanket, "Yeah, but I want to see him now." she said quietly where Hunter couldn't hear her. "Because the next time I might see him, he may be being closed into a coffin."

(Later that Night.)

Skye looked around her darkened, quiet infirmary room, seeing and hearing that no one was around. Going slowly, she swung her weak legs over the side of the bed and letting her bare feet touch the cold, hard floor. She grabbed onto her IV pole for support and stood shakily, her legs aching from a few days of no use.

Catching her balance, Skye slowly took one step after another and headed towards the door of her room. If no one was going to let her see Ward, then she was going to do it herself.

She peeked out into the hallway and saw that it was completely empty, but it was the middle of the night. Carefully, with only the soft squeaking of the pole's wheels sounding out, Skye made her way down the hallway towards the open door of Ward's room.

She headed inside, freezing at the sight of Ward's face. There was no light in the room, expect a low, soft light from the heart monitor next to the man. But the low light that lit his face made him appear to be a skeleton.

As she approached him closer, she saw that his face was sunken in and littered with cuts from the fall. His arm in was in cast and his propped-up ankle was in one as well.

The slow, soft beat of the man's heart shown by the heart monitor was the only sound in the quiet room, except the low hush of his breathing. And of course, he was still asleep, with no signs of waking up.

And he would probably never would, Skye was starting to accept that. The medical agents had been able to scan his brain, and that showed that there was some damage to the back of it, and even some to the front as well. Meaning that he had hit the front of his head as well, or the shock of the impact did something. They said that the part affected were his frontal lobe and cerebellum. So they said he could problems with memory to behavior (temporal) or problems with coordination and balance (cerebellum). And that frightened Skye.

There was no telling to what could happen when, well, if he woke up. And that was a scary thought.

Skye continued to look at the broken man with a heavy heart. She didn't know what to do other than stand there. He was asleep with no signs of waking up. And it hurt to look at him in that condition. It made her feel sick. And partially responsible as well.

She was the one that he was trying to save before going rampant, trying to save Coulson, and then falling to his doom. So she could say that it was her fault for Ward being like this. If she hadn't of let Hydra take her, if she just fought a little bit harder…

No, she shook her head. She couldn't have prevented any of this. It was Hydra's fault. It was Hydra's fault for messing him up. Everything was their fault.

She couldn't handle any of it any longer. She needed to go back before her emotions got the best of her. Before she managed to create a massive earthquake that would kill them all. She needed to get out of here.

Gripping her IV pole, Skye turned around and started to head out of the room. But a soft squeak and a shuffle stopped her. Movement, from Ward's bed.

Then she heard the soft, hoarse voice calling out for her, "Skye? Skye is that you?"

Ward.

Skye gulped, unsure of what to do. Was he talking in his sleep, or was he awake? But how could he be awake?

She slowly turned around, seeing Ward's pale face looking at her,a small, weak smile on his face. "G-Grant?" she asked.

His smile grew slightly, "Skye? Where am I?" he asked. "Why am I bandaged up? Why do I hurt?"

Skye frowned. Did he not remember his fall? The trauma must've wiped his memory of that. She didn't say anything.

"Skye, where are we?" he asked again.

"The Playground base." she finally said, quietly.

"Where?"

"Coulson's base. You were hurt and you've been unconscious for three days." Skye tried to explain.

Ward didn't say anything in return. Skye looked at him a while, before his smile turned into a confused frown.

"Who are you?" he asked, slightly tilting his head.

Skye's heart skipped a beat. Did he just say what she thought he said? "Grant, it's me, Skye."

"I don't know a Skye."

Skye started to shake. How did her forget her in a matter of seconds? Was it just the fact that he was still possibly half-asleep, or was something way worse wrong? Skye didn't even stay, she started to leave as fast as she could.

"Wait, don't leave me here alone." Ward said quietly. "I don't want to die alone."

Skye made it down the hall and back into her room as quickly as she could. She didn't want to stay in that hellhole any longer.

Was it possible that Ward had somehow forgotten her? Was it? She slipped back into her bed as best as she could and started to sob. She was too grief-stricken by Ward's statement for her powers to even start reacting to her spiraling emotions.

But was that one thing possible? Had Grant Ward really forgotten who Skye was?

Author's Note: I don't own AoS, Marvel does. Well, that happened. Was Ward really erased of his memory of Skye, or was it just a effect of him being out for three days and his mind's just jumbled? Now we worry. Keep reading and PLEASE favorite, follow, and/or review! ~AwakeAndAliveSpartan.