Simmons is hurt and her dad shows up
The explosion echoed through the halls of the bus. Everyone looked up real quick and were out of their seats and headed toward the point of origin, the science department. When they got there what made them stop in their tracks was not the broken glass from the door, not the half melting robots that Fitz was working on before lunch, and not the most likely dangerous chemicals they were breathing in, no that's not what they focused on, it was the woman that had been in the middle of the room when the explosion happened, now she was on the far side of the wall. Glass shards poked out of her skin, her normally pale completion looking unnaturally pale, her one light red hair covered in black ash, only hints of red peaking through, the once white lab coat covered in ash and blood from the glass, this woman was Jemma Simmons. After only a small pause Fitz was the first to react as he ran into the room, making his way over to his partner/girlfriend, careful not to cause her extra pain as he lowered her from a standing position slumped over a metal desk to the floor in a siting position to check for injury other than the obvious.
The glass had punctured the poor girl, if they didn't get her help soon she was going to bleed out.
"May, get us to a base now" Fitz demanded taking control of the chaos running through his head. "Ward go prep my bed, make sure the sheets are pulled up, so I can lay her on them, Skye go get the first aid kit, under the bar, and Coulson go grab the transfusion kit, she's going to need blood, she's loosing way too much"
Everyone left to do their assigned tasks as Fitz placed his hands under Jemma's knees and the middle of her back as he slowly made his way to his bedroom. As he approached Ward had already done his part, Skye and Coulson were waiting with the equipment.
"I need one of you to pull the glass out of her, clean the wound and bandage it as best you can" Fitz said as he rolled up his sleeves
"What are you doing?" Coulson asked befuddled
"She's losing way too much blood, we're the same type, I plan to give her a transfusion" Fitz said simply taking the transfusion kit from Coulson and an alcohol swab from the kit. He cleaned Jemma's arm first and stuck in the needle, Skye grimaced and left the room, he then cleaned his arm and stuck the needle in, his blood flowed through the tube connecting him the Jemma. Fitz sat next to Jemma close enough to start picking the glass out of her hair, while Coulson sat at the end of the bed and handed tweezers and what constituted as wound cleaner to Ward. After a few minutes of relative silence, the tweezers picking up glass, and the 'tink' of the glass as it landed in a bowl found on the nightstand, Ward finally spoke up.
"Fitz to get to some of those injuries I need to take her clothes off" Ward said semi-scared, you never mess with a biochemist even an unconscious one and her engineer partner that you have to spend time with. Fitz nodded and started to slowly take off his partners clothes, once she was down to her underwear he stopped, he of course had seen Jemma like this before, heck he had seen her in a lot less, being her boyfriend and all, but both Ward and Coulson looked a bit uncomfortable seeing the girl that can babble on about science for hours almost naked.
"Ward, she needs you to do this" Fitz said looking the man right in the eye. Ward nodded and started back on removing the glass bits.
"We will be landing in 2 minutes, med team ready for us" May called over the intercom.
Ward continued to pluck the glass out of Simmons. Fitz moved sluggishly, pulling the needle out of his arm, Coulson handed him a cotton ball to which Fitz shoved in his elbow, and watched as the blood slowly all finally dripped into Jemma, then removed the needle connecting her and placing another cotton ball on top. By the time he had finished that the medical team was at the door. Funny he hadn't even realized they were landing. They loaded the biochemist up quickly and were on their way to the med bay in just a few short minutes. The rest of the team knew they wouldn't let them see her till they were ready, but Fitz kept pace with them telling them what happened and her blood type before they reached the edge of the bus then told him they had this under control, even though he was fuming mad he knew that they had their jobs to do and walked back to his room and helped Ward and Coulson clean up till Coulson had yelled at him to relax. But how could he relax when the love of his life was injured and could possibly die, before Coulson had to remove Fitz from the room Fitz walked over to the nightstand, and even though his boss and coworker were standing right there, he pulled out the black ring box, inside sat a simple silver band with an inset emerald, so when they were working it wouldn't catch on anything. Ward's jaw dropped at the sight of the little black box, his eyes fixated on it and it's owner, Coulson on the other hand glanced at it, pulled his phone out, wrote down a number, handed it to Fitz, "her father" he said, then he shoved the stunned engineer out his bedroom door.
Skye was outside of his room and immediately hugged him, smashing his hands in between them, still to shocked to do anything Skye pulled him over to the couch and sat him down, she looked at the objects in his hands, and after a minute of stunned silence she grabbed the slip of paper and dialed the number, the phone rang 3 times before a man answered.
"Hello?" A mans deep timid voice echoed through the phone
"Hello, am I speaking to Jemma Simmons father?" Skye asked
"Yes, who is this?" The man asked
"Sorry I'm Skye I work with your daughter, I'm sorry but there has been an accident and she was in the blast radius" Skye informed the man
"Is she going to be ok?" The man asked
"As of right now I do not know much she was just transferred to the SHIELD med bay, but I can ensure you that she is in the best hands as possible." Skye told the man.
"Would you please meet me in the waiting room?" The man asked
"Yes sir, we'll be there shortly" Skye said and then heard him click the phone off. She looked over at Fitz, who still sat shell shock, and grabbed his hand as they made their way to the med bay.