Hey everyone! It's been a long time and I can only apologise. It sucks when you lose ideas for a fic you love but that's what happened. I don't want this fic to be all drama and angst but I'm worried you guys might find it boring if it's not all go go go. Anyway, I'm back. I'm not sure if the next update will be soon, it depends if inspiration hits. If you guys have any ideas I'd love to hear them, and I hope you enjoy. This chapter is short but I'm doing my best.

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Another half hour passed and Phil still didn't want to move.

The reassuring beep of the monitors as Melinda slept helped the man relax just a little.

Everyone was still alive. No one was okay, but alive was a start at least.

Sighing, Phil pressed a reluctant kiss to Melinda's forehead before standing.

He'd lost his tie a while ago and his shirt was still bloody but there was nothing to be done about it now.

He had a feeling that at the next stop, Agent Coulson wouldn't be needed anyway. Phil would.

He headed to the room Bobbi and Lance were in, knocking and taking a deep breath before walking in.

Hunter was awake, which actually relieved some of the anxiety in Coulson a little.

"Sir-" his voice was almost completely gone and as Phil stepped closer, he noted the deep bruises winding around his throat, and the oxygen tube under his nose.

"I think we can drop the Sir now, Hunter."

Bobbi wasn't even hiding the wariness in her gaze as she watched Phil take a seat.

"First, I need to apologise. For what happened. You shouldn't have been in that situation."

"If it wasn't me, it would've been someone else." Hunter shrugged, reaching for Bobbi's hand and squeezing.

"Anyway, Ward didn't do it on purpose. He just wanted me out of the way so he could..."

Phil dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. "I should have seen it coming. One agent wasn't enough, not after we found him with the knife-"

Bobbi finally spoke, "you're many things, Phil, but a clairvoyant is not one of them. No one could have predicted that."

"Maybe not, but that doesnt change the fact that after Skye trying to kill herself, and Grant cut himself, I left him with one guard. That was reckless. That's on me." Phil shook his head.

"Not just you." Bobbi shrugged. "What happens now?"

Phil exhaled, sitting forward in his seat, rubbing at his temples.

"Skye's agreed to go to a treatment centre. I think it could help but Grant...isn't awake yet, drugged up to the eyeballs. I doubt he'd go willingly and it's near on impossible to make that man do something he doesn't want to."

Hunter hummed, leaning his head back as he cleared his throat, wincing. "Yeah that's a tough one, mate."

Bobbi rolled her eyes. "Helpful, Hunter."

"Well what's your idea?" He grumbled.

"Ah...yeah, I don't have anything either, Phil. I really don't know what to suggest other than wait and see how he is when he comes out of sedation. Now that's Skye's agreed, maybe he will too."

"That would be too easy." Phil sighed, voice wary. "After the day we've had, nothing about this is ever going to be that easy."

"Have faith, Phil." Bobbi said gently. "Maybe this day will have a better ending."

Phil doubted it.

But he still hoped for it.