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Chapter Twelve

Jemma's POV

"Wha...where..." came the muffled voice of Daisy. Her eyes had just fluttered open. It had only been about an hour since her cardiac scare, but here she was, waking up.

"You're okay," I said to her, touching her shoulder and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She appeared to be in pain. She leaned over opposite me and began to cough repeatedly.

"Is she okay?" asked a concerned May. She and Mack were still at the lab, both wanting to be there when she woke up.

I nodded. "She's very dehydrated. This is normal."

Daisy's coughing fit ended and she laid back against her pillow, eyes closed. She took a deep breath and opened them. "Jem..."

"Drink this first," I told her, handing her a bottle of water. She obeyed and I could see the relief on her face.

She finished the entire bottle in a few seconds. "Simmons...it...I..."

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She looked on the verge of tears. Something like a wince escaped her throat and she burst into sobs, burying her face in my shirt. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me like a child. I stroked her head and tried to calm her.

I looked over at May and Mack, concerned. Mack scratched his head, unsure of what to do, and May bit her bottom lip.

Daisy pulled away and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't want to talk about it right now," she said, her words pained. "I'm going to go have some alone time." She took the sheet off her legs and stood up, but swayed a little.

"Hold on there!" I scolded, rushing to her side and letting her use me as support. She clenched her teeth and grabbed both sides of her head, groaning in pain. "Daisy, what's wrong?"

"Head..." She staggered back to the bed. "...ache."

"It's probably from what she did to your mind," I thought out loud. She shut her eyes and sighed, then nodded. "Let me get you some medicine for that."

I went over to the shelves and grabbed a bottle of Ibuprofen, dumping the correct amount of pills onto my palm. When I came back to the bed, Daisy was sitting up cross-legged, fidgeting with the hem of her sweatpants.

"Here you go," I said, handing her the pills. She took a sip of water and swallowed them.

After a few silent moments of no one knowing what to say, Daisy sighed. "Well, I feel much better now. I think I'm gonna head to my bunk."

She tried to stand up but I stopped her. "Like heck you are."

"Why??" She looked angry, yet at the same time, in pain.

"We have no idea what she did to you. Daisy, you almost went into cardiac arrest just a little bit ago! There's no way you're leaving now."

She gasped. "I went into...cardiac...arrest?"

I nodded, my arms crossed. "Nearly. You had us all worried."

Mack stepped forward. "We're glad you're okay, kid."

Daisy just stared at Mack. I could almost see guilt in her eyes. "I mean, thanks, but..."

"We're here if you need to talk," May added to the conversation.

Daisy nodded and laid back. She looked like she'd just seen a ghost.

"Maybe it's best you all give her some space," I said to the other agents.

"Gotcha," Mack said, winking at Daisy as he left. Daisy just side-smiled at him. May nodded at us and left behind him.

Daisy's POV

The headache was excruciating. I felt like I might throw up. The medicine Jemma gave me only helped a little, but I decided against letting her know that.

When she told me I went into cardiac arrest, I knew immediately what she meant. I knew it was when I attacked Mack. I'd just had no idea it hurt my real self.

I couldn't look at Mack the same, not after remembering what I'd done to him. I couldn't think about Lincoln or Coulson without bursting into tears. Every time Hive or Sara crossed my mind, I wanted to punch something. I didn't feel right. Nothing felt right.

"Daisy, what's wrong with you?!" Jemma asked me once Mack and May had left.

"I wish you could tell me," I muttered.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "You know, Daisy, at some point, you'll have to tell us what you saw in there. That is, if you want to recover from it." She came to my bedside and removed my finger pulse ox as well as the two heart monitors right below my collarbone. She shook her head as she placed them on the tray next to her. "You can't keep things all bottled up. At some point, you will explode."

I looked down at my bare feet. "But it hurts too much to tell you."

She put her hand on my back and attempted to make eye contact with me. "I know it does. But we can help you, Daisy. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to better yourself."

I looked up at her. "But what I saw in there, Simmons..." A tear left my eye. "...I can't forget that."

"From past victims, I know that all of what you saw you have already seen before. It can't be that hard to forget those things."

"But Sara." My throat tightened at the mere thought of her name. "She made me relive my worst memories. I saw everything again, Jemma, including stuff I've tried to move on from."

"Including...Fitz..."

"Yep."

"Oh."

After a few silent moments, I sighed. "I really just want to be alone, Simmons."

She hesitated, but then nodded. "Okay. I can give you that much. But please..." She put her hand on my shoulder. "...let us help you through this."

I nodded and patted her hand that was on my shoulder. "Just give me a little time and space."

She smiled a tiny smile and nodded, stepping back from my bed. "Don't hesitate to page me if you need anything. I won't be far."

"Got it," I said as she left the lab.

I yawned and took another sip of water. I almost spit the water out when I heard someone say, "How does it feel to be back to normal?"

"What the..." I realized it was Sara. She was talking to me. I stood up, all too quickly, and searched for her in the lab, but found no one. Dizzy, I sat back down on the bed. "How can you talk to me when I'm fully awake?"

"Well..." she said from inside my head. "I'm still asleep. Another ability I have is hibernating, or sleeping for long periods of time. Well, my physical body is asleep, but my mind is fully lucid. When I'm in this hibernation state, I can communicate with my victims."

"How convenient," I mumbled sarcastically. "How do I know I'm not insane and just hearing things?"

"You can believe what you want. But you saw what you saw in there."

"You did your part," I said angrily. "We had a deal! What more could you possibly want from me?!"

"I'm just trying to help you."

"I can't exactly move on if you're still in my head."

"Maybe I can help you get though this."

"You caused this!!" I shouted.

"Daisy? You okay?" came a voice from the hallway. Yo-Yo entered the lab.

I nodded and fake-smiled. "Just fine."

She looked confused as she looked around the room. "Who are you talking to?"

"What do you mean?" I was playing dumb. "I wasn't talking."

"Umm, Margarita, you were just saying something."

"Ha! Good luck talking your way through this one," said Sara.

"Oh, shut up!" I yelled to Sara.

Yo-Yo furrowed her brow and approached me. "What?"

I waved my arms. "No, Yo-Yo, I wasn't talking to—"

She interrupted me. "Who were you talking to, then?"

I gaped, at a loss for words. "I, uh, I..."

"Do you need me to get Simmons for you?" She looked genuinely concerned.

I shook my head frantically. "Please, Yo-Yo! There's a perfect explanation for this, it's just very hard to explain to someone else—"

"But you were talking to yourself. How can that not be bad?"

"I promise I'm fine."

"You neither look nor act fine." She put the back of her hand on my forehead to feel its temperature.

"Please..." I croaked.

Her brow was still furrowed as she stepped back. "I'm worried about you, Daisy. Just let us help you."

Before I could answer, she vanished. I groaned and rolled my eyes, running my fingers through my sweaty hair. "I could really use a shower," I whispered to myself.

"Yeah, you could," Sara said. I tried to ignore her.

"What's wrong?" came an all-too familiar British voice. Jemma entered the room, Yo-Yo following with crossed arms. Both women shared a concerned expression.

I rolled my eyes. "I told Yo-Yo I was fine."

Yo-Yo clicked her tongue. "But you're talking to yourself."

"She's right," came Sara's voice again.

"Please shut up," I whispered. "And I'm talking to you, not myself."

"See?" Yo-Yo said to a confused Jemma. "She talks to herself."

"But I'm not!" I pleaded.

"You are, Daisy," Simmons said. "You aren't talking to us, right?"

"Well, no..."

"Then who are you talking to??" she asked, gesturing around the otherwise empty room.

"Myself," I lied.

"Yourself?" Yo-Yo raised her eyebrows.

I nodded, my lips pressed together. I swayed back and forth on the bed. "Yep. Myself. You see, it's my way of coping. If I tell my inner voice to shut up and stop blaming itself, it makes me feel better."

"Nice sell," Sara snorted. "You sound like an idiot."

Yo-Yo seemed satisfied with that answer, but Jemma was not. She furrowed her brow. "You sure about that? This doesn't seem like something you'd do."

"Just trying something new, I guess!" I said cheerfully.

Jemma shook her head and took a deep breath. "Okay, then! We're, um, we're close by if you need us."

I put a thumbs-up sign. "Gotcha."

Yo-Yo smirked and was gone in a flash. Jemma hesitantly left me with my thoughts.

"Thanks a lot," I said to Sara through clenched teeth once I was alone again. "You're making me seem like a psychopath."

"You kind of are a psychopath. I mean, that's like, the whole point of my Inhuman ability."

"Yeah? Well, I use my Inhuman ability to help people, not hurt them."

"To each her own, right?"

"I wish you'd learn to shut your mouth."

She seemed to whistle, which drove me nuts. I couldn't stand that noise in the back of my head.

"That's it," I said angrily, standing up. "I'm taking a shower and clearing my mind."

"Well, good luck with that," she sniggered. I scoffed.

I snuck quietly from the lab and found my way to the bunk area, then the women's locker room. I went to my locker and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes, a towel, and my bath supplies. When I got to the shower room, I made sure to lock the doors so no one would walk in on me and force me to go back to the lab right afterwards.

I turned on the shower head to let it heat up. As it did, I combed out my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. "I hate you," I said to Sara.

"But I am you," she told me.

"What?" I was taken off-guard. I shook my head, confused. "No, you're not."

She clicked her tongue. "No, actually, I am. I'm a part of you now. My consciousness is now intertwined with yours."

"You've got to be kidding me," I scoffed, backing up and running into the wall behind me. That crippling headache began to form again, throbbing through my brain. I stumbled to the shower head and desperately dove into the water, fully clothed. I was in dire need of this hot water to soothe the pain.

"Make it stop," I whispered, pleading. I was sitting against the tile wall, my knees pulled up to my chest. The hot water helped a little, but the pain was excruciating. "Help..." I croaked, hoping that someone, anyone, could hear me.

Uh oh! What's going to happen next?

I hope you all liked this chapter. I know it didn't include too much of Daisy's old memories, but I've gotten a lot of compliments about Sara and decided to write more about her. She'll be a big part of Daisy's recovery process, in one way or another.

I could really make this story go on forever. Back when I finished You Are Valuable, I was really only planning for this story to be about 3 chapters long, give or take, but here we are, at the end of chapter 12! Let me know what I should write about next after Sara's story is over. I'll even take suggestions for an entirely different story! I'm willing to write really anything you might like to see, just let me know in the reviews! Go ahead and follow me as an author for updates and any new stories.

Question of the chapter: how old do you think I am? I know this seems personal but I'm curious to know what you all think. I won't be answering this question in the next chapter because it's so personal, but I really want to know your opinions! Please, for your own safety, don't review with your age!

Thanks for reading and see you soon!