I' back yall sorry for disappearing for a while. I haven't had any news on the upcoming season but I can't wait for it!

This is just a quick one-shot I wrote to familiarize myself again with the team. I missed reading philindaisy fics tbh and it's sad that there's not a lot of it to read. No matter, I hope you enjoy this one! Oh and don't forget to leave me a review.

Skye groaned as she woke up, her muscles ached and no matter how hard she tried, her eyes refused to open fully. She squinted as the light streamed through the windows of her cabin. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead, her breath shallow and she forced herself to sit up. Doing so, she realized it was mistake when nausea came over her. She rushed towards the bathroom and slumped down in front of the toilet just in time as she retched the contents of her stomach.

She heaved and coughed before leaning against the cold tiles, closing her eyes hoping the room would stop spinning. Fatigue washed over her and she drifted off to a restless sleep on the bathroom floor.

She woke up to hushed voices near her, her eyes finally opened, but her mind was still reeling, disoriented from lack of sleep and food. She must have passed out for quite some time because as soon as her mind cleared up, she noticed she was back again at the med bay.

She turned her head, May, Coulson, and Simmons were huddled in a corner, the two senior agents with worried look on their faces while Simmons seemed to be explaining something.

Skye moaned as she shifted on the bed. This alerted the other occupants in the room and they went over to her side in an instant.

Simmons sighed relief and smiled at her, "good to have you back, you've been out for almost a day, agents May and Coulson almost had you fly out somewhere to receive medical assistance. How are you feeling?"

Skye smiled faintly, "sore," her voice hoarse and scratchy. "What happened?"

May put a comforting hand on her arm and took a deep breath, "you didn't show up for training this morning, I thought you overslept. I went to your room but you weren't answering, it's a good thing you didn't lock your door. I found you passed out cold." May closed her eyes, willing herself to forget that image in her head.

Simmons cleared her throat, "have you had any symptoms before today? Or any activity that might cause your sickness? You're pretty dehydrated, you're overfatigued, when's the last time you ate?"

Skye managed to look guilty and averted her gaze from the people in front of her. However, a voice caught her attention and she snapped her head back towards them, "Skye."

The young agent dared to look at Coulson and gulped, "yes?"

"What happened?" Coulson asked.

Skye looked down at her hands folded in her lap and sighed, "I-I might have been going to the gym late at night." She said sheepishly.

May raised an eyebrow, "why?"

She looked down once again and mumbled, "I can't sleep."

"Nightmares?" She missed the look of understanding from the two senior agents but her eyes widened when they guessed the reason why. Simmons looked between the three of them, suddenly feeling out of place, but kept quiet.

Skye gave them a nod, "I managed the past couple of days, I don't know why I got sick now. I thought it was working."

Simmons gave her a sad smile, "well, you have to find another way to cope with the nightmares. You can't overdo it Skye, your body is still recovering from your last injury. I'm putting you on bed rest for the next 3-4 days. If by then your vitals return to normal, then you can resume your training with agent May."

Skye was ready to protest but her S.O beat her to it, "we'll make sure she follows your orders Jemma, thank you."

Simmons looked at Skye with a smug smile, "perfect, I'll leave you guys for a while. I've left your medications on the table but you have to put food in your stomach first. So get on with that and I'll check back in tonight."

She left the three agents alone and head off to find Fitz.

Skye huffed in frustration knowing what was coming. And she was right, as soon as Simmons stepped out, Coulson turned back to her, "you know you could come to us right? We've talked about this already," he said a bit harsher than he intended to.

"Phil," May warned, her hand caressing Skye's arm, telling her not to get worked up.

Coulson let out a sigh, "no Mel, I-I can't…we've been through so much. I can't wake up another day worrying if I would have to rush you here again early in the morning because you're sick. I cannot stand the idea of you being in danger or in pain. You have to promise me that you'll take care of yourself or tell us at least if you need our help. I cannot lose you, or anyone from our team. So please, for the sake of your old man," Coulson begged Skye, "take care of yourself."

Mel reached out for his hand and grasped it tightly against hers, they've had a lot of close calls recently, each one more daunting than the others, and she would take it upon herself to make sure her team were in one piece if needed be.

Skye thought it was guilt that would dominate in her heart, but instead she felt loved. She was grateful for these two wonderful human beings who took her in as if she was their own flesh and blood. It was no secret around the base that they had some sort of family dynamic going on but nobody cared really, SHIELD's a family, and no matter what happens, they got each other's back. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded towards Coulson, "I know, I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better of taking care of myself."

"Okay," May replied. "But why didn't you tell us? We could've helped you."

Skye shrugged, "I don't know…I just, You guys have been busy these past few weeks, and then I had my injury before and you took care of me for that already. I don't want to be too dependent on you. It's just a nightmare, I could handle it on my own."

"Well you clearly didn't," May sighed and placed a hand on Skye's cheek, "you're one of our priorities Skye, don't forget that. If something happens, to you, I don't think how we'll cope."

Skye nodded, relishing the warmth of their presence. "So…we're okay?" She spared a glance at Coulson, hoping he wasn't angry at her carelessness.

He smiled at her and patted her leg, "we're okay. And we're gonna make sure you stay in this bed until you are back to good health again, understood?"

"Yes sir," Skye replied automatically. She knew when Coulson spoke like he was on one of his briefings there was no room for arguments and no other option but to comply.

Days dragged on for Skye, she had nothing to do except working on her laptop. When neither Coulson nor May were around, they sent one of the guys to look after her. She scoffed at this, knowing their over protectiveness was kicking in. She didn't complain though, it was nice to actually get some rest after the hellish weeks she head. From getting injured in a mission to nightmares and now getting sick, the break was whole-heartedly welcome.

May and Coulson doted on her like a kid, they would pop in a couple of times a day, asking her if she ate, took her medicine, had a nap, it would really drove other people crazy but not Skye. No, she absorb this attention knowing this is as close to a family she could get and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Simmons was checking her up that afternoon while Skye was asleep when May and Coulson strode in. "Simmons, how is she doing so far?" May asked.

The biologist smiled, "she is recovering nicely. I could allow her to go back in her own sleeping quarters but she still need to take it easy for the next two days just to be safe."

"Okay, good, thank you so much Jemma," Coulson looked at her appreciatively.

"No problem boss, anything else you need from me?" They both shook their heads, "alright then, I'll go on along with the others for the time being."

When she was out, Coulson wrapped an arm around May and pulled her close. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed, watching Skye sleep peacefully on the bed. "She's going to be fine."

Coulson smiled, "yeah, she is," he whispered.

"Sometimes I want to just keep her here, stop her from going out in the field, but we can't do that to her," May commented out of the blue.

Coulson chuckled, "I know, I can only take so much before I die of heart attack. She keeps us on our toes but not in a good way. I know we can't protect her 24/7 but if I could, I wouldn't hesitate to."

A mumble came from the bed and Skye turned to face them, eyes still closed, "you're creeping me out guys, I can feel you staring at me," she finally opened her eyes, blinking at them.

May stepped closer to the bed and smiled down at her protégé, "how are you feeling?"

"Better," Skye smiled back.

"Jemma said you could get out of here tomorrow, but training is still postponed for two days."

Skye pouted her lips, disappointed of not getting back to training with her S.O as soon as possible. "Fine," she sighed.

Coulson shook his head, finding it adorable how close May and Skye had gotten ever since training together, "do you want to eat something? We can ask someone to bring you over a snack."

"That would be awesome, thank you. I'm kinda hungry to be honest."

May and Coulson snorted at her, "you're always hungry."

Skye narrowed her eyes at them, "you guys are mean."

They smirked at her, "we love you too," Coulson winked at her before he walked out of the med bay to get some food for Skye.

May and Skye rolled their eyes knowing how dork he could get. Skye for her part, was glad to have such an amazing support system, knowing she had people who she could turn to if she needed help. She was not alone anymore, not an orphan who gets tossed from one home to another. And no nightmare would ruin that.

I am taking prompts so feel free to request. I will try to write them as soon as I have the time.

~kingdomfictionalia