I've been gone for so long from all of my stories. Life has been so hectic; being an adult sucks. I had planned on writing more my senior year this year, but it's been busier than ever. I will do my best to continue writing since so many of you have asked for it. I'm getting back into the story, so it may be a little slow until I'm really back into it. Thank you all for your patience. I'll try to update a few times this week. I love you all,

-Brielle

Daisy stumbled out of the room, a hand against the wall. Her lungs felt tight as if there were hands gripping her lungs. Her throat still burned, but the pit in her stomach—the emptiness—foreign. With the absence of her powers, she thought she might float away; the core of her power acted as a weight which grounded her—something she hadn't realized before. Sweat glistened along her arms and she struggled to even keep upright. She had precious time left unless Fitzsimmons could create a vaccine. She had to get down to the basement to retrieve the truth serum. That may be their only hope of making Aiden talk.

Daisy shoved off the brick wall and worked her way down, trying to ignore Jemma's dried blood on the stairs and went into the storage room.

"Truth serum, truth serum, truth serum," Daisy mumbled as she ran a finger along the vials on the shelf.

She paused. Her body was impossibly quiet. She was used to feeling vibrations in everything, so this silence was deafening. The only sound was the shuffle of her boots against the concrete. The floor tilted, but Daisy caught herself. A wave of burning—something that felt like fire crawling under her skin—followed the dizziness. Daisy clenched her teeth, forcing herself to remain upright until the pain passed. When it did, she exhaled a breath she hadn't known she was holding in. Hunched over, her eyes caught sight of what she needed: T.S. 217.

"Bingo."

….

Daisy set the vial down on the laboratory table, and as she did, the exhaustion from fighting the disease took over and she collapsed to her knees.

"Tremors," Mac said, helping her up. "Come on, you've done enough."

"No, I want to stay," Daisy said.

Jemma came out from the back, frowning. "How are you feeling, Daisy?"

"Considering I'm going to be dead in a few hours?" Daisy chuckled dryly. "Awesome."

Jemma bit her lip.

"What is it, Jemma?"

"I have bad news," she said. "Well, considering the situation you're currently in, it may just be news because I'm not sure this could be worse than the current diagnosis—"

"Please, just tell me, Jemma."

"Fitz and I have been studying some of Aiden's blood and tissue samples and we found that the disease, well, it's literally working to tear your Inhuman DNA apart."

Daisy swallowed. She flexed her fingers, her hands shaking. She glanced around the room. Nothing moved or shook. Her panic attacks no longer endangered people. I guess that's at least one pro of this. Daisy turned. "Let's get this serum into Aiden. We need answers."