Somehow Skye managed to haul Grant Ward's body from the debris field, and carry him out to safety. His clothes were soaked and blood, but a faint pulse remained. Skye wasn't going to lose him, not like this, especially when they have come so far from what they once were.
You know for a second there, I thought I would have to find a new supervising officer.
Skye got Grant back to safety, where Jemma took over and began her work. Coulson dragged Skye out of the medi-pod, so Jemma would have the room and concentration to stop the bleeding, and hopefully saving Grant Ward's life.
Truth is, I was in good hands.
It took hours to finally get Grant stable, but Simmons managed to save his life. Skye was beyond grateful. Although asleep, Skye made sure to keep Grant company at his bedside. It only took 2 days for Coulson to order Skye back to her bunk, so she can get a sufficient night's rest.
"I promise to inform you when he's awake." Coulson instructed. "Now go to your bunk and get some sleep, Skye."
It took another 2 days until Skye got the news that Grant was awake and conscious. Without any hesitation, she took off for the medi-pod.
It's good to see you, better.
Grant was on his bed, reading a book, as usual. Skye leaned up against the doorframe.
"Hey you." Skye announced.
Grant's face lit up, "Hey yourself."
Skye took a seat next to Grant's bed.
You've had a big impact on him.
"Well you look like shit." Skye commented. Grant gave a chuckle.
A compliment and a smile!
"Yeah, well it's just skin deep nothing to worry about." Grant answered. Skye laughed at first, but the reality of almost losing him set in again. She reached for his hand, holding it.
"I thought you were going to die there." Skye continued looking down at his hand. "The thought of you dying scares me Grant."
Grant released his hand from Skye's grasp, moving it upwards to cup her cheek. He gently steered her gaze upward to him.
Guess it's the difference between fighting against something and fighting for something. Or someone.
Ward's got that now.
"You know I'm a fighter, Skye." Grant responded. "I won't give up that easily." Taking a deep breath, he continued, "I mean look I haven't given up on you just yet."
Skye's eyes began to be pricked by tears. "Grant…"
"No, wait." Grant cut in.
I'm not a good man, Skye.
"I've done despicable things." Grant started. "I can never justify those actions, but what I can do is clean up this mess I helped create." Skye's tears began to fall down her cheek. "I keep getting sucked back into this mess, because maybe I'm meant to be here. Just like maybe we're always meant to find each other. This isn't just coincidence, there's more to it, Skye. You can't deny that."
Yes you are.
"You're right." Skye couldn't hold back the tears. "Raina's right."
It's love.
Skye leaned in and pressed her lips to Grant. Grant responded to the kiss almost instantly.
I figured you might die, so what the hell?
The kiss was deep and passionate. Skye can feel Grant's lips curving up into a smile, but like most good things, they come to an end.
"Ow." Grant muttered against Skye's lips causing her to pull back. He laughed, "sorry, being injured and all, I can't do too much movement."
Skye chuckled back, "what happened to masking your pain in front of a beautiful woman?"
"Skye, you're killing me here." Grant couldn't hide his dopey grin. That grin lit up her world.
"Well I'll let you get your sleep, Robot. You need it." Skye began pulling up his blankets for him. She pressed her lips to his forehead and softly whispered, "It's good to see you, better."