/Hey...uh, I don't have any excuses, just numerous apologies. It's been a looong time since I last updated, I'm sorry. Really freaking sorry. I don't want to bore you or sound like I'm complaining but for those of you who want an update, here it is. Basically...I ended up on a psych ward. I've relapsed multiple times. Desperately want to kill myself. I've been taking pills sometimes when I don't need them, not eating really, using anything possible to self harm. I've had to quit sixth form, (for anyone not in England, it's my last year. So senior year for Americans.) Anyway, I've had to leave because I can't handle it. I've had a med increase, still on the short term anxiety pill, hopefully increasing the anti-depressant more and starting a new med. So...wish me luck, guys? Because it's very hard not to just...give up like I want to./

Grant Ward did not like being seen as weak so when his hearing returned, he was incredibly displeased. He was half in the chair, slumped forward. Someone was talking to him, someone was holding him up and someone was...stroking his hair?

"Grant?" a soft voice came from somewhere above him and he slowly opened his eyes, cringing at the harshness of the light.

"I'm fine." Ward said quietly, immediately recognising his surroundings. It was something he had to handle as an agent. Abduction, infiltration. If he'd somehow been taken, drugged or knocked unconscious, he would have to find out where he was relatively quickly. He could smell the antiseptic, hear the sound of machines, see the white walls, white floors. Hospital.

"Skye." he muttered, lifting his head and looking around at the faces in front of him. Oh shit.

"I'm fine." he said again, forcing his head up and sitting up straight.

"Agent Ward." Phil said firmly, crouching to get into his line of sight. "They know. And it's fine, agent. It's all fine. Skye's in the ICU, you can see her."

"After the doctors run tests." Jemma chipped in.

"Standard protocol, you collapsed." Fitz nodded.

"I have to see Skye." he frowned, shaking his head. "I have to...I shouldn't...Coulson she almost died. Again. I could have stopped this, not like when she Quinn shot her. I could have spoken to her, hell, I could have demanded we bring her in to hospital, I'm her SO." and his voice cracked.

The rest of the team couldn't really believe what was going on. To Jemma, it was like a dream. A nightmare. Skye had tried to kill herself. And nearly succeeded. Ward had had a panic attack and then collapsed. Her boss was...not himself. His suit was ruined, bloody. May was...well, she looked concerned, worried. Fitz was by her side, but he was closer than usual. Normally too afraid to really touch her, he had his hand on the small of her back.

"Jemma, can the doctors wait a few minutes? I think it would be beneficial for Ward to see Skye. I don't quite think some of us have accepted what really happened."

Simmons sighed and nodded. "I'll stall them for a few minutes, but they really are quite insistent." she slid her hand into Fitz's. "I think they've submitted us all for physicial and psych evals." she pulled a face, glancing down at Ward. "They're saying that if Skye is going to become an agent...Sir, then she'll be submitted for the same tests. By SHIELD medics."

"So that means Skye's officially becoming an agent." Leo offered a small smile.

Coulson rubbed his temple and nodded. "Okay then." he said simply. "FitzSimmons, go distract the doctors. May, report for your evals and Ward with me."

Phil offered his hand out to Grant, silent, offering a silent question. When he accepted his hand, the older man helped him up.

"Let's go see our girl."

/So this chapter was bad. Really bad. I'm sorry. Sorry it was so short and well...shit. I'll try and make the next one better. Not sure when I'll upload next. Thank you, guys, you're way too lovely. You're so nice and kind to me. Your support...I really appreciate it. Thank you so much.

-Sophie./