Hey guys. Long story short: not dead. My update on me and why I haven't uploaded in so long will be at the end so you guys can easily skip it if you want. Who's excited for season 4 next month? I'm still not over Lincoln being dead. And I miss Bobbi and Hunter so much :(( oh! Also, since I last updated I met Iain and Nick! I met them at comic con and gave Nick a letter. Then whilst I was asking a question at the panel he told me to go and write down my address for him! He was so so sweet and when I had my photo with him, he was just lovely to me. And then a month later, I got a letter and a book from him in the post :3 also, I gave Iain a stuffed monkey. Okay anyway, here's the next chapter.

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Grant didn't really struggle, though he easily could have done. He didn't really see the point; May and Coulson had found out anyway, it was a matter of time before the rest of the team knew and there was no point in making a break for it.

May guided him into an empty room whilst Phil went off to find a doctor. The woman was silent for a moment but eventually she couldn't hold her tongue any more.

"What are you doing, Agent Ward? What is this? Some sort of...attempt to understand Skye or do you really feel this...low?" Her voice wavered slightly, though her tone was pretty harsh.

Wars barely noticed the crack in Melinda's voice, turning his head to face her.

"Seeing Skye like that brought some things to the forefront that I tried very hard to push down. For years." He shrugged.

"And this?" He lifted his arm. "I liked it. When I did it, I finally felt relief."

May felt a little sick, opening her mouth to reply when the door opened and Phil walked in with a tall, stunningly gorgeous blonde. It took her a moment but then a small smile appeared on her face.

"Bobbi?" She chuckled. "What the hell are you doing working at medical?"

Bobbi More stepped into the room, smiling at her old friend. "I got injured," She gestured down to her knee. "They won't let me on missions until I've completed my rehab and I didn't want to sit around doing nothing in the mean time." She didn't react at all to War's arms, only pulling a chair towards the bed and taking his left arm.

Melinda glanced over at Phil, silently asking if this was the right decision. Coulson only nodded his head and grabbed his own chair.

"Andrew is on his way." He announced, more to Melinda than anyone else. May didn't have the energy to be put out about it, in face she was glad. Andrew was the best psychiatrist she knew and with his Intel on shield, he could ask questions no other psychiatrist would.

Grant seemed to rouse from the stupor he'd been in, watching Bobbi's deft fingers sewing his skin back together.

"There's no nerve damage. It'll be painful as the skin and tissue knits itself back together but I think after a gatorade, you'll be fine. Physically." She added as an almost afterthought.

The agent just nodded and continued to stare down at the floor, not even flinching as the needle went in and out of his skin. Melinda cast a worried glance over to Phil, one that Bobbing caught. She raised an eyebrow and finished stitching the cuts. She silently stuck some sterile strips on the other cuts, cleaning his skin and wrapping a large bandage around his arms. He'd cut from his wrist to his elbow so it would be a bit awkward but she had no doubt Ward didn't care.

The blonde stood, "May I see you two outside for a moment?" She asked carefully. Just as they both started to protest about leaving Ward alone, Bobbi shook her head.

"I'll get Hunter to watch him." She opened the door and waited for the other two agents to leave behind her. Hunter popped his head around the corner, an easy grin on his face, his hands shoved in his jean pockets.

"Everything alright, love?" He smirked, leaning in to kiss her.

Bobbi rolled her eyes and pulled asked way, leaving Hunter moping like asked way little puppy.

"Go in there and watch Agent Ward, don't let him touch asked l want thing or mess with his bandages. And don't be an insensitive jerk. In fact, just don't speak at all." She covered her smile with her hand.

"Fine, love,but you owe me." He winked and stepped away, into the room.

"We have a lot to talk about." She hummed.

"I'll say. You and Brit-boy are back at it?" May raised an eyebrow.

Bobbi groaned and pursed her lips. "Okay, I'm gonna ignore that." The blonde sighed and gestured for her friends to take a seat. "So..."

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Back in Skye's room, the woman was crying. Not softly or quietly either, loud gulping sobs that wracked her whole body. She didn't quite know what she was crying about but she was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that she was still alive when she very much didn't want to be.

She wanted to cut badly but they'd literally stuck her in a room with nothing. The best she could do was scratch at her arm, opening up the scabbing over cuts.

Red bled across her bandages but still she felt no relief.

She was lost. Darkness filling her every thought as if those thoughts weren't dark enough already. Seeing Ward and her friends had briefly brightened her mood but after a few hours, even seeing them couldn't distract her from the tangled, fucked up thoughts.

She considered other ways to end it. The agents all had weapons, she just had to grab one. That would be easy, she'd had to pickpocket before and she could easily go unnoticed now.

Skye didn't know why she wanted to die, she just knew that it hurt. It all hurt so much. The darkness, the sadness, the crippling blackness. She wanted it to stop. To end. By any means necessary.

She didn't know that at that exact moment, Grant was thinking the exact same thing.

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Hi guys. Feel free to not read this I just wanted to say sorry. I'm really really sorry. The thing is, I'm no better than I was a year ago when I last uploaded. I haven't got any better. I've tried tablet after tablet, therapy after therapy and nothing. I got diagnosed with PTSD about Christmas time, after I started having massive flashbacks and panic attacks connected to something that happened a long time ago. I was in hospital for two months at the start on this year. I was in for Christmas, for my birthday. I tried to kill myself a few times, I cut way worse than I ever had. It hasn't been too long since I last cut. I'm trying to deal every day and yeah, I feel hopeless so my characters do to. I wasn't sure if I should upload. I don't know where this story is going, I don't know how to make my characters better because I'm not any better, because I feel like I will never be better. Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry again. I'll try to upload again soon. If anyone even wants this anymore. Thanks guys, I love you guys so much and I appreciate everything you do. Thank you.

Sophie