A few minutes later, May came into Jemma's room.
"I have some information on Mary," She told the young woman.
Jemma looked up from her book.
"I know," She replied, "Fitz told me."
"Does he know?"
"He does now."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. It was an accident."
They were silent for a minute.
"What did you find out about Mary?" Jemma asked.
"I found out that she was adopted from the United States, she was given up in 1988, and wasn't seen again until 1992."
"What do you mean she was seen in 1992?"
"That's when she came back in the system."
"You mean she's still alive?" Jemma asked, almost hysterically.
"I don't know," May replied, "She could be. She goes in and out of the system."
"When's the last time she was in the system?"
"2006. I think that's when she aged out of the system."
Jemma began to cry.
"She was alive when she turned 18?" She asked, still crying.
"Apparently," May answered.
"Poor Mary!" Jemma sobbed, "She went from foster home to foster home and she never found a family!"
"Shh," May crooned, "We don't know that. Maybe she found a family later in life."
The sobbing figure would not be consoled. May put her arms around her and waiting until her sobbing ceased.
"You feeling better?" She asked.
Jemma nodded.
"Where's Fitz?" May asked.
"He caught the Flu from Lily and now he's in bed."
"Oh, that's not good. I'll bring you both some soup in a little while."
Jemma smiled.
"Thank you, May."
"You're welcome."
May went to the kitchen to make some soup. Coulson was already there.
"Hey, Phil," She greeted him.
He smiled.
"Hey, Melinda."
"What are you making?"
"I'm making a sandwich. How about you?"
"I'm making some soup for Fitz and Simmons. They're both sick."
"Oh dear," Coulson sighed, "They must have caught the Flu from Lily. Now I guess we'll all get sick."
May nodded.
"Probably."
Coulson made his sandwich and sat down. May got out the ingredients for chicken noodle soup and began to make it. After a little while, the soup was made and Coulson was finished with his sandwich. May got two trays out and carried them to Jemma's room. Jemma's room, then Fitz's. On her way there, she nearly bumped into Hunter.
"Hello, May!" He greeted her, "What's the soup for?"
"Jemma and Fitz. They're both sick."
Hunter immediately covered his face with his sleeve.
"I don't want to be getting sick!" He exclaimed.
May chuckled.
"If you stay away from them, you probably won't get sick."
May brought the soup to Jemma and Fitz. After that, she went to find Coulson.
"Hey, Phil," She said when she found him.
He was sitting in the lounge, reading a book.
"What're you reading?" She wondered.
"The Book Thief."
"I've heard of it. What's it about?"
"It's about a girl living in Germany during the time of World War Two."
"Interesting."
May sat with Coulson for a while. They talked and laughed. They talked until it was time for dinner. May went to check on Jemma.
"How are you feeling?" She asked when she came into Jemma's room.
"Better," Jemma replied, "I think I can stomach a sandwich now."
"One sandwich coming up. What do you like on your sandwich?"
"Salami, Monterey jack cheese, and tomato."
"Sounds good."
May went into Fitz's room to check on him, but he was asleep. She went to make Jemma's sandwich. She made the sandwich and brought it back to Jemma.
"Thank you, May!" Jemma exclaimed.
May smiled.
"You're welcome."
May went to the kitchen to get herself some food. Coulson was already there.
"Hi," Coulson greeted her.
"Hi," She replied.
"What're you making?"
"A sandwich. What are you making?"
"Also a sandwich."
"What kind?"
"Ham. How about you?"
"Turkey and cheese."
"Nice."
They made their sandwiches and ate them. After they were finished, they went their separate ways. May went into her room. She was really tired and she wanted to go to bed. In a few minutes, she was asleep.