I'm not gonna try and give excuses for why I haven't updated in a long time. I'm really sorry. I'm gonna be better, I'm gonna try and write more often. I don't know where I'm going with this, since I haven't even figured out what I'm doing with my life lmao but an update is long overdue. It's a short chapter I know. Feel free to inbox me if you wanna ask me anything or know why I wasn't around. One point, I'm not caught up with AoS so please no spoilers. Other than that, enjoy.
Sophie
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"May-" Coulson stammered, walking on weak legs over to his fallen partner.
"Bobbi, get the doctors." Phil ordered, pressing down on the bullet wound.
May grunted and bucked up under his hand as Phil clamped down.
Blood welled up and pulsed out under his fingers.
"May...Mel, look at me." Phil murmured, pushing all his weight into his hand.
"Ward-" She grunted, swallowing hard and blinking her eyes rapidly.
"Secured. Don't worry about that right now." He murmured, shaking his head.
Her gaze was unfocused as she looked up at Coulson.
"You're gonna be alright, Mel." He said firmly, her warm blood dripping from under his hand and onto the white floor.
"Mel, look at me, eyes up front." He demanded, free hand clutching her jaw.
Her eyelids fluttered and he cursed everything in the world.
Fuck it all.
It wouldn't matter about Ward if Melinda died. He would never forgive himself and there would be no coming back.
The door slammed open then and doctors swarmed Melinda and Hunter, pushing Coulson back.
...
Three hours later and the team was all split up.
Melinda was still in surgery.
Fitz and Simmons were sitting with Skye.
Bobbi was with Lance.
That left Coulson with Grant.
His agent was strapped down to the bed, sedated up to the eyeballs.
Coulson settled into his seat, flicking through the cameras on his tablet.
Skye was awake, clearly upset. She was sandwiched in between the two scientists, crying into her hands.
Throat tight, he closed his eyes.
His team was torn apart, messed up in ways he couldn't comprehend.
They had two suicidal agents, one agent undergoing lifesaving surgery and two of their best friends and agents in another room, one on oxygen and sedated and the other trying not to cry.
For once, a Phil had absolutely no idea what to do.
He was helpless, useless.
He didn't think he could fix this one.
That scared him more than dying, more than a sceptre through the chest, more than the bright lights of the afterlife.
He just didn't know what to do.