Welcome, friends, to chapter 14!

The answer to last chapter's question is Supergirl! My favorite show before this one was Supergirl! Thank gosh, because if I didn't like Supergirl, Netflix would've NEVER suggested AoS to me. I also really liked Grey's Anatomy for a while, but I'm totally over it now. I never even finished watching it. But maybe that'll explain why I write so many medical moments. Idk.

Enjoy this next chapter though! I know Daisy has seemed really weak in the past few chapters but don't get discouraged. You're in for a treat this chapter.

WARNING: If any of you are religious people (because I am), please be aware that this chapter includes a scene with an angel-like appearance. If your religion teaches something different, please don't be offended. This is not meant to offend anyone at all.

Chapter Fourteen

Daisy's POV

It was the best feeling I'd felt since Sara struck me.

Relief.

She stopped speaking to me and my head stopped aching. I felt like a new woman.

"Something is wrong with her," May grumbled as she and Mack entered the lab. She handed an empty syringe to Jemma, who then trashed it in the sharps container.

"You think?" I bantered, fidgeting with the pillow I held on my lap. "May, she feeds off of people's hurt. It's messed up."

"By the way, how do you feel?" Jemma asked me, pressing a cold stethoscope against my chest, then back.

I beamed. "Better than ever. Thank you, guys."

Mack nodded, grinning. He playfully punched my shoulder. "We're glad to help, Tremors. I hate to see you so distraught."

My smile disappeared as I thought about that memory, of me hurting Mack. "Mack, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You know. Sara brought it back up, and..." I sighed. "...I just wanted to make sure you know how sorry I am about that."

"Daisy, it's been almost three years since then. I've long forgiven you." He leaned down and embraced me into a tight hug. He was incredibly gentle for such a big man. "Of course I forgive you."

I smiled as we pulled away. "Thanks, Mack. I really-"

Jemma butted into our little moment. She had stuck a thermometer into my mouth mid-sentence. I scowled at her, but she ignored me, taking it out a few moments later. "You're all good."

I coughed for effect. "Great. Perfect timing, too." I rolled my eyes and Mack chuckled.

Jemma came back to my bed a few moments later and tossed me a pile of clothes. "You can go back to your bunk if you want. No training until tomorrow, at least."

I couldn't help but smile. "So I'm better?"

She shrugged. "I can't find anything wrong with you." I grinned even wider and stood up. Before I could leave, she grabbed my arm.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"Promise me..." She pointed her finger at me. "...that you won't push yourself too hard until you're ready. Got it?"

I put my hands on her shoulders. "Of course, Simmons. No need to worry yourself."

She smiled and patted my hand. "Go get some rest. I'm always here if you need anything."

I nodded and started to leave, but May stopped me too. She didn't say a word; she just pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back. I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Thanks for always being there for me."

That evening, I went to the common room for dinner.

"Hey," Yo-Yo said when I sat next to her on the couch. "Heard you were feeling better."

"I feel back to normal. Well, practically."

She grinned. "Will you be back into the field again soon?"

I nodded. "I'll be sure of it."

After dinner, I was so tired that I decided to go straight to bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

"Daisy, wake up! You have to," came a familiar voice.

"Coulson?" I mumbled groggily, rubbing my eyes. When I opened them I exclaimed, "COULSON?!"

There he was, the man I thought of as a father, standing over my bed. "Shh, you'll wake everyone up!"

"But...but..." I stuttered. I was shocked.

He put his finger over my mouth, looking around anxiously. "Please be quiet. They can't know I'm here."

I propped myself up on my elbows. "But...you're not...you can't be..."

His eyes softened. "I'm not really here, Daisy."

I reached up to touch his arm. It felt warm, like a normal person's arm would feel. "But I can touch you and hear you."

He sat on the edge of my bunk, and I sat up fully. He looked at me. "You okay, kid?"

I gaped for a moment, not knowing what to say. I was talking to a, a ghost?! I bit my bottom lip and furrowed my brow. "I think so, but I'm seeing you and I have no idea how or why or w..."

"I'm a part of your memories. I'm not actually here, and you're the only one that can see me."

"Okay, so you're a part of my head."

He shrugged. "Put simply, yes."

"Why'd you come here?"

"You brought me here. I saw how much you were going through. It wasn't easy to watch."

"You can see me?"

He bobbed his head, uncertain of what to say next. "I'm really just a part of your head, but sure."

"Okay, let me get this straight," I said, putting my hands in a "stop" signal. "My mind has created you to help itself?"

He nodded. "To cope."

I pursed my lips, still a little confused. "Makes somewhat sense..."

"Hey." He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. An odd sensation made me shiver and jerk away from him.

"Nope. Don't touch," I told him. He looked a little hurt as he rested his hand on his lap. "I'm sorry, it's just odd to have your mind touch you and you feel it. I don't know, it's just too weird."

"No worries," he said.

I took a deep breath. This is just a dream. This is not real. He is not real. "Do you have his memories?" I looked up at him.

He nodded. "I am the way you last remember me."

I looked down at the floor, then back at him. "Why didn't you come earlier?"

He sighed sadly. "I can only come when your mind is at its full capacity. It would be too much for you to handle to have Sara in there at the same time."

"I guess that makes sense..."

"Hey," he said, making eye contact with me. "Want to tell me what happened?"

A tear began to come to my eye. "I relived my worst memories."

"Ahh." He sighed.

"I saw you die again." The tears grew. "And I hurt Mack, and Fitz was...The Doctor was..."

"C'mere," he said to me, gesturing towards him. I crawled out of the bedsheet and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and gently squeezed, pulling me into a warm embrace.

The sobs escaped then. It just felt so good to have him there again, real or not. His embrace felt like a thousand.

After what must've been half an hour, my crying finally subsided. I pulled away from him and sniffed. "Thank you, Coulson."

He cupped my cheek in his hand and wiped my tears with his thumb. "I'm here for you, Daisy, whenever you need me."

I smiled a tiny smile and wiped my nose with my sweatshirt sleeve. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, kiddo."

"Why'd you have to leave us?"

He chuckled sadly, looking at the floor. "You know why."

"Yeah," I said sadly. "Hey, Coulson?"

But when I looked up, he was gone.

Ok I know this chapter was short but I felt like this was a really good time to end it. The next chapter will include her going a mission or two, and Coulson joins her to support her. I need your help: what do you think the mission should be? I'm really bad at coming up with mission ideas so please let me know. It shouldn't be a super hard mission, just an easy one. Thanks!

Question of the chapter: I play a musical instrument; I even used to be in an orchestra/ensemble for it. Can you guess which instrument? Let me know which instrument YOU play, if any.