I wonder how I am still here
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Skye runs as she hears gunfire behind her, and her heart feels as if it's going to slam its way through her ribcage. "Skye!" She hears Coulson call her name, and she ducks behind a pillar when two bullets pass right in front of her.
She knows she can't let them catch her, she'll only end back in solitary quarantine. "Skye, don't do this! We don't want to hurt you!" She shakes her head when Coulson shouts from the other side of the hall, and cocks her gun. She stands up quietly, and takes a deep breath before she starts running.
The bullets pierce her side, and she slumps against the pillar as she tries to control the amount of pain she's in. Her hand is covered with blood as she presses it against her side, and she bites her lip to stop herself from whimpering. There's footsteps in the distance, and Skye can't help but hope that they will put her out of her misery.
Everything goes black for a moment, and then she can hear gunfire come from beside her, and sees Ward, followed by Agent 33, emerge from the door. They fire at Coulson and the team, and Skye swears she hears someone scream.
Grant swears his heart is trying to make its way out of his body when he sees Skye slumped against a pillar and clutching her side. He can see Coulson and the team in the distance, and fury fills his blood at the thought that someone fired at Skye and meant to hit her.
He realizes that he doesn't really care if he hits anyone. They had been Skye's friends, and they'd had the actual audacity to shoot her. "Grant…" He stops when he hear her call his name, and he picks her up from the floor. Kara shouts that she'll cover them, and he carries Skye out of the hall.
He sees that she's already lost too much blood, and he pressed his hand against the wound. "Hey, stay with me, okay? We'll be out of here soon, you're safe now." She grabs limply at his hand, and he lets her take it. There is a very weak smile on her face. "I'll be fine, I promise…"
By the time Grant reaches the car, Skye is already unconscious. He pales when he sees her completely limp, and opens the door to the car as Kara comes running. "Get inside!" She shouts as she gets inside the car and ignites the engine.
The pain sears through her body by every move, and Skye is vaguely aware that Ward is talking to her. Why is he doing that in the first place? She wants him to be quiet, to just hold her tight instead. There is a pleading tone to his voice, and she wants to answer him, but she doesn't know if there is any strength left in her to do that.
Her body jolts with the movements of the car, and she can't help but hope that they're not being followed. She manages to lift her hand, albeit only a little, and her fingertip brushes against Ward's cheek, following the outline of his cheekbone. His hand wraps around hers, and she smiles weakly when he kisses it.
"It's about 15 miles to the nearest hospital," Agent 33 informs, and Skye can't help but grimace. She knows she's lost too much blood already, and has no wish whatsoever to almost die, like she did when she was shot by Ian Quinn.
Ward just keeps talking to her in order to keep her active, and he tells her about everything he did after their altercation in San Juan. He smiles when he sees her look up at him, and his grip on her hand tighten. "I love you, Skye. I've never lied about that. Not once." His voice is soft as he holds her in his arms. "I know you feel the same way, you said that to me, remember? So you have to hold on, because I'm going to need to hear you say it when you're back on your feet." He kisses her forehead.
He continues to talk, and releases his own hand to press against her wounds. All color drains from his face when he sees her blood coating his hand. "Damn it," He hisses. "Skye, look at me." She moves her head only a little. "Ward…" She begins, but he stops her. "Don't. Save your strength, we're almost at the hospital."
His grip on Skye tightens as Kara speeds towards the white building in the distance, and he raises her head in order to check if she's breathing. There is a soft breath on his skin as he listens for three long seconds. Then, Kara swings into the parking lot, and Grant opens the door and proceeds to carry Skye inside the small hospital.
"We need help!" He shouts as he carries her through the door. The sight of both him and Skye covered in blood is enough to almost send the nurses and the doctors into a frenzy, and he lays her down on an emergency bed that is wheeled in front of him. The doctors asks what happened, and Grant tells them they ended up in a shoot-out, and that Skye was hit twice.
Skye feels as if everything is moving too fast. She weakly reaches for Grant's hand, and feels him grasp hers. "Grant…" Her voice is drowned in the doctors' shouts, telling the nurses to prep the or for an emergency surgery and to call the blood bank. A nurse gently makes her let go of Ward's hand, and then she is moving down the hall, and can hear Ward calling for her in the distance.
The doctors aren't particularly gentle when they lift her over to the operating table, and she cries out in pain when one accidentally touches her sore side. "Okay, Skye." One doctor looms over her, and she thinks he's smiling. "I'm going to put you under now." Then he places a mask over her mouth and nose, and she remembers nothing more.
The moment Grant sees the doctor enter the waiting room, he stands up. "How is she?" He can see that Kara is listening now as well, where she stand by the water cooler. "We managed to dissect both of the bullets and it looks like there is not too much damage, as far as we can see. The bullets, did however, grace some veins, and she's lost a lot of blood. We've put her on a transfusion right now, but seeing as she is still not stable, she'll need to stay here for a couple of days."
Grant nods, and feels like falling over. "Can I see her?" The doctor nods, "She's still asleep, and we've put her on some heavy painkillers, but she'll be able to hear you." He follows the doctor to her room, with Kara in tow. He sits down in a chair next to her bed, and takes her hand in his.
"The doctor said they'd managed to get both bullets out of you." He squeezed her hand gently. "They've put you on blood transfusion, and you'll have to stay here for a couple of days." The beeping in the background is a comforting sound to him, and he presses his lips to her hand. "They're going to pay for what they did to-" He is interrupted by the now monotone sound coming from the heart monitor, and Kara shouts for the doctors.