Sorry this took so long! This chapter is much longer so forgive me if you can!

I hope you all liked my first chapter! This next one should be pretty good, and longer than my usual chapters. Please note that I am not a medical professional so please forgive me if there's some incorrect medical terms, etc.

WARNING: If you have a sensitive stomach or are easily nauseated, then don't read some of this chapter. It includes scenes of sickness and vomiting, so if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff, read at your own risk.

But, without further ado, enjoy!! :)

Chapter Two

Daisy's POV

"Good morning," I heard a soft voice whisper. My eyes slowly fluttered open to see a smiling May sitting next to my bed, holding a tray of oatmeal for breakfast. "What's up?"

I had to reflect her grin. "I'm good. I feel better than yesterday, I think. Hey, May, are you okay?" I mocked concern. "Why are you smiling?!"

She chuckled, helping me to sit up in my bunk then placing the tray on my lap. "You looked so peaceful sleeping, and I didn't want to ruin your mood."

"Since when did you care about my mood?!" I bantered, grabbing a spoonful of oatmeal as best I could. I noticed that my neck ached, right where my inhibitor wound was. It was a little sore last night, but I decided not to tell anyone, for fear that they'd poke and prod it. I didn't want anyone to touch my neck ever again. My fingers were still a little swollen and it was difficult to eat, but they felt better than yesterday. The drugs Simmons had me taking had almost completely healed my nerves; I felt better than I had since the Chronicoms, save for my neck.

"How did you sleep?" May asked, visually searching my room.

"Fine, fine," I said between chews. I swallowed. "May, can you ask Simmons to come when she can?"

She shrugged. "She was going to come anyway. Why?"

"I think I can finally walk."

May's smile widened. "That's what I'm talking about! Can you show me?"

I nodded and set the food tray on my bedside table. I flipped the sheets off of my legs and swung them over the side of the bed. I set my feet on the floor and stood up. I could feel May's smile from behind me as I walked to the bathroom door and back without tripping.

"See?"

May nodded, grinning. "I'll let Jemma know."

I sat on my bed again. "And maybe..." I grinned. "She'll finally let me leave my room."

May's joy disappeared. "No," she said curtly. She shook her head. "No, Daisy. Not yet."

"Why?!" I asked, a little angry. I felt a tiny quake surfacing, but quickly stopped it. "I think I deserve to. I don't even know why I was stuck here in the first place! All I want to do is stretch my legs a little, is that too much to ask?!"

May pressed her lips together angrily, then stood up. "Yes, it is, in your current state. And you know well why you're stuck here."

My heart sunk and that same guilt flooded my chest once again. I felt a tear coming towards my eye. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

May's face softened a little bit. "I know you are." She sat next to me on my bed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, giving me a tiny squeeze. I let a few tears fall out of my eyes. After a few sweet moments, she stood up and grabbed my empty breakfast tray. "Simmons will be here in a little bit. Just hang tight, okay?"

I nodded, sniffling a little bit. "Thanks, May."

She smiled a tiny smile, nodded, then left the room.

Jemma's POV

"How is she?" I asked May. She had just gotten back from delivering breakfast to Daisy. Fitz and I were sitting in the lab, looking over some things, and May walked in to talk to us.

She shrugged. "A lot better than yesterday. She walked all the way across the room as if she was back to normal."

I clicked off my microscope light and turned around to make eye contact with May. "Any negatives?"

She swallowed. "Well, sort of. She really wants to leave her bunk. She's tired of being in there. She didn't say this, but I bet it's because she's being reminded of her days of captivity."

I frowned. "I thought about that the other day when we decided to leave her in her room. Maybe that wasn't the best idea."

"I thought so, too," Fitz added, scooting towards us on his swivel chair. "And, even if it doesn't remind her of a cell, you know how stubborn Daisy is."

"Like a mule," May scoffed.

Fitz nodded. "She'd want to escape no matter what."

"But we can't let her!" I exclaimed, more forcefully than I intended. May and Fitz looked a little shocked by my sudden loudness. "We can't let her," I said, a little quieter. "She'll get herself hurt. She'll go down and try to train with those broken arms. She'll convince Mack to let her go on a mission too soon and she'll snap her arms off and she won't be ready to handle the emotional stress!"

Our now-intense conversation was interrupted by Mack walking into the lab.

"What can we do for you, sir?" Fitz asked, noticing Mack's slightly distraught expression.

"Where's Tremors?" he asked, a little alarmed. "I thought you all said you weren't letting her out of her bunk."

"We weren't," I said slowly, eyeing May.

"Well, I went to go say hello to her, but she wasn't there." He scratched his bald head.

My heart sank. "That stubborn mule," I muttered, taking May's terminology from a few moments ago. My heart started pounding quickly; my mind was running through all the awful possibilities of what would happen if something went wrong. "Fitz, check the security cameras. See where she went."

He nodded obediently and scooted back to his desk. After a few moments, he slumped in defeat. "She was sneaky and snuck around the cameras. She...ugh!" He clenched his fists and shook them in the air. "I only have footage of her in the elevator, but I have no idea which floor she went to!"

I shook my head in anger and strode out of the lab, walking down the corridors to search for Daisy.

Daisy's POV

I couldn't handle it any longer. I felt too cooped up in that darn bunk and acted on impulse. My neck still ached like crazy, but I felt so powerful now that I could use my legs. I quickly put on some sweatpants underneath my gown and slid on a zip-up hoodie. I cracked the door open a little, peeking to see if anyone was nearby. When the coast was clear, I slipped out of the room and immediately felt a rush of freedom. My heart swelled with a feeling I hadn't felt in a very long time.

I was careful to avoid the cameras. There was no way to avoid the elevator ones, but I shrugged it off, hoping they wouldn't be able to find me. I got off the elevator and found my way to the training room. Ahh, I thought, this is my territory. I started to kick the punching bag, but I just didn't get the satisfaction one got from using their fists. I instead practiced my martial-arts-like moves that May taught me a while back. My arms ached a little, but not so much that I couldn't handle. My neck was throbbing in pain and I suddenly felt extremely nauseous and hot. Then, I felt cold again. But I continued to kick, savoring this moment, knowing that someone would be here soon to scold me and force me back to my bunk. Just as I swung my leg to hit that punching bag one last time, I heard the door click open.

Crap, I thought, just when I was getting into it. Nonetheless, I was grateful for the time I got, so I sighed and turned to meet the gaze of none other than Dr. Jemma Simmons. She had her arms crossed around her chest and she looked almost as angry as she did a few days ago, when I struck her husband. She started to walk towards me.

I put my hands up in defense. "Please, let me explain..."

Jemma's POV

"Are you kidding me, Daisy?!" I almost shouted. I was right next to her now. "You could've gotten hurt!"

She shook her head. "I promise I didn't!"

"I'll be the judge of that!" I pressed my lips together and grabbed her by the arm, right above her cast. I dragged her to the bench and made her sit down. "I can't believe you," I muttered under my breath as I checked her over. I examined her arms, shoulder, and face, then made her roll up her sweatpant legs so I could make sure her legs were alright. Then I pulled her hair away from her neck to check her wound, only to see the gauze drenched in both dried and fresh blood. "You opened your stitches again, Daisy?!" I was so angry at her that I had to look away. Just then, Mack, May, and Fitz walked in.

"Everything okay?" May asked, approaching us.

I shook my head. "She opened her stitches, May!"

May looked like an angry mother scolding her child. "Daisy," she scoffed.

Daisy was too embarrased to talk; she just looked at her feet. Suddenly, she stood up, holding her hand over her mouth. She rushed over to the trash can in the corner and we all heard her vomit into it.

Fitz looked nauseated himself and left the room promptly. May looked at me with concern in her eyes as we heard Daisy throw up again. "What's happening to her, Simmons?" she asked me.

I stood up and went to Daisy's side, holding her hair back. "Maybe she did too much too fast. Her body couldn't handle it, so it decided to throw up."

Daisy mumbled something inaudible, then vomited another round.

Mack shook his head. "I think this is my cue to leave. Ladies, do you have this under control?" May and I both nodded, and he left.

"I'm...s-sorry..." Daisy mumbled, then threw up yet again. I began to wonder if she had caught some type of illness, because one wouldn't usually vomit for this long just because of physical exertion.

"Shh," I said, gently rubbing her back with my free hand. May was now also at her side, taking Daisy's jacket off for her. "It's okay, Daisy," I whispered. I eyed May with a little concern, as if to say, We need to check her out. She seemed to understand and nodded just as Daisy threw up yet again.

A few minutes later, the poor girl had finally emptied the entire contents of her stomach into that training room garbage can. May and I helped her up and half-carried her to the lab, setting her on the bed.

"I'm...fine..." she mumbled as I checked her temperature. She was sweating like crazy, yet shivering at the same time.

"103," I mouthed to May, who pressed her lips together and shook her head. I slid on some gloves and gently lifted Daisy's shirt up and felt her stomach.

"Ouch..." she mumbled, thrashing ever so slightly on the bed.

"Sorry," I told her, then pulled her shirt back down. I looked at May again just as Daisy shut her eyes from the pain. "I felt her belly and found no signs of appendicitis or anything with her gall bladder." Then the realization hit me and my eyes widened, my heart pounding. I quickly pushed her hair away from her neck and peeled back the bandage, and found exactly what I was expecting. The wound was severely infected, which is probably why she was so sick from it. "Daisy, you are not fine."

May gasped at the sight of the wound. "Oh, gosh."

I sighed and shook my head. "By the looks of it, this has probably been infected for quite a while."

"I wonder why she didn't tell us..." May said.

"I...d-deserve it," Daisy grumbled. She opened her eyes and tried to sit up. "I don't d-deserve...your h-help."

I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back down. "Not so fast. And, Daisy, you do not deserve to get an infection in your neck."

She sighed, still shivering. "M-Maybe not, but I don't w-w-want you to t-touch my n-neck again."

I pressed my lips together and eyed May, who sighed in sadness. The senior agent affectionately stroked Daisy's hair.

"Daisy, I'm so sorry, but I'm going to have to touch your neck. This infection is bad," I told her, shining a flashlight on the wound to get a better look at it. It was awful. Had it been there much longer, it could've spread all across her body.

Daisy groaned a little bit and sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Her eyes were screwed shut in pain. She kept sweating and shivering. I felt so bad for her, yet angry at the same time. Why didn't she just tell me?! I thought to myself, Then she wouldn't be in this situation.

I sighed. "It's okay, Daisy. From now on, though, please tell us. You really put your health in jeopardy. You'd better be glad I caught this infection before it could become life-threatening." Daisy tried to nod as I put on a pair of gloves. I eyed May with a little concern, then shifted my gaze back to my patient. "Daisy, I'm going to have to clean out this wound really well and get you on some antibiotics. This is going to hurt." She winced a little at the sight of the syringe I now held in my hand. "May, you might want to hold her down." May nodded and gently held Daisy's shoulders down so she couldn't move. I carefully injected the numbing medicine into her wound, and Daisy winced in pain. I felt a small quake from underneath my feet. "That should be the worst of it, Daisy. I'm sorry." I trashed the syringe and gloves and brushed her hair away from her face.

She nodded slowly. "I th-thought I was g-getting better this m-m-morning."

"I did, too," May scoffed. "I can't believe you didn't tell us..."

I glared at May. "Go easy on her, May. She's in a lot of pain right now."

May shook her head guiltily. "You're right. I'm sorry. Just a little frustrated, that's all."

"Mmm hmm..." I said. I put on a fresh pair of gloves and started rinsing her wound out with a water syringe. I could tell Daisy was slowly losing consciousness because her shivering was slowing down a little, so I tried my best to talk loudly to keep her awake. "So, May, how were you doing while we were up in space?"

She smiled. "Best last days I've ever had with Coulson."

I swear a saw a tiny smile on Daisy's lips. "I miss him."

May patted Daisy's hand. "Me, too. But we'll always love him, right?"

"Uh huh..." she mumbled in reply.

I began flushing antibacterial rubbing alcohol through her wound. "You've got to stay with us, Daisy." I dabbed it off with a pad of clean gauze. "Daisy, why don't you talk about when we took the puffies."

Daisy smiled and laughed a tiny laugh. "Now, that...was an interesting experience."

May looked surprised. "What puffies?!"

I rolled my eyes. "We were hungry, okay?"

Daisy nodded, but I held her head as if to tell her to stop moving. "Yeah. We ate these colorful p-puffies. They were delicious."

"I'd hardly call them delicious," I said as I wiped the wound with a disinfecting cotton ball. "May, little did we know they were hallucinogens!"

"What? Drugs?! You two took alien drugs?!!" May looked so mad I almost regretted bringing it up.

"S-Sort of. But we d-didn't know! Davis took them, too," Daisy added.

May scoffed. "Well, did you end up okay?"

I shrugged as I threw away the cotton ball. "I suppose so. We had quite a bit of fun."

Daisy grinned even wider. "Yep. We h-heard a dolphin squeaking at us."

I swear I saw May smile, but it quickly faded. She shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, then."

I dabbed the remaining blood from Daisy's neck and gathered my suture supplies. "You might feel a little bit of pressure, Daisy," I told her as I started to stitch up the wound. I heard a tiny wince, but she was taking it relatively well. Once I finished stitching her up, I put some antibiotic cream on the wound then I dressed the wound really well so no bacteria could enter. By the time I was done, Daisy had her eyes shut. "Daisy," I whispered. "Come on."

"Hmm?" she mumbled groggily as her eyes fluttered open.

I smiled, throwing away my gloves. "It's time to take you back to your bunk."

She nodded as May and I each grabbed a shoulder, lifting her off the bed. She was lighter than I remembered, but I guessed it was from all the vomiting. We led her down the hallways and eventually got to her room. When we got there, we laid her on her bed and helped her change into a fresh gown. I gave her some antibiotics and pain medication, as well as her bone healing medication. Then we tucked her into bed and she fell asleep before we left the room.

Daisy's POV

I've never been so glad to be tired in my life. I was too exhausted to care much about Jemma poking and prodding my neck wound. I felt a lot better than earlier as I laid in my bunk. Jemma had given me so many drugs that my pain vanished. As I fell asleep, I was glad to have a family that cared about me enough to help me through all my rough patches.

I hope you enjoyed! I'm sorry if this chapter is too long, but I hoped I could treat you all to something new! Once again, sorry if any medical terms were incorrect. My next chapter should be up faster this time! Thanks you all! -Daisies and Roses