Soo sorry for such a late update. School and stuff. Wait, did I just make an excuse? Unacceptable amirite? Some awesome Doctor whump about to happen. Hope you enjoy. Don't worry. The Doctor will eventually show Hydra exactly why you don't mess with the Oncoming Storm...

"Sir, 10 minutes until we arrive."

"Ok, that's good, everyone get ready to infiltrate the facility. Fitz, we need you there with the new tech you've developed."

"Sir, am I going?"

"Yes, the Doctor may need medical attention."

"Ok."

Coulson addressed his team of three.

"This is a standard rescue mission, nothing else. We know next to nothing about this enemy and nothing is on our survalience footage. Be prepared for anything. Night-night bullets only. For all we know, this could be a misunderstanding." said Coulson.

"Five miniutes."

"Coulson, is this really worth it? I mean, we didn't really know this man anyway." said Ward.

"It doesn't matter. He's not human, and if anyone found out, there would be countless organizations coming after him."

The team went over final preparations.

"30 seconds."

They waited in silence, when they waited for the plane to land.

"Arrived."

The platform lowered, and the team made their way towards what seemed to be a facility.

The man pushed the scalpel into the Doctor's chest and started dragging it down towards his abdomen. The Doctor's agonized screams filled the room. He stopped after about half a foot.

"I just need to observe your anatomy in action. I need to document the reading your body gives off from pain, emotion, etc." The man observed the readings from the machines, and jotted something down in his notes. "This is the only way...well the only fun way we can do it. You understand right?"

All the Doctor did was breath very deeply, not saying anything. Each time he consumed oxygen, pain filled his body. He gave the man a glare of death.

"Very well." said the man. He put pressure back onto the incision and continued cutting. The screams resumed.

Beardy and Eyebrows were also taking notes, noting the level of screaming, bpm, blood flow rate, etc. Eventually, the bald man started getting tired of his screams. He turned to beardy. "Cover his mouth! Would you? I'm getting a headache!"

He got back to cutting when suddenly there was thump sound from outside the door, and then a crash. The door shook, and he could here voices behind it. Probably SHIELD.

"That doesn't sound good." said the bald man. He looked down at the struggling Doctor. "Maybe next time, alien." The man turned off the machines, shoved his notes into his bag, and ran to the wall, pressed a small button on the wall that the Doctor hadn't notice before. A passage opened, and the bald man, beardy, and eyebrows slipped away, leaving only the Doctor, alone and bleeding in the room. The wall slid back into place right as the real door to the room burst open. He saw Coulson, the brown haired girl, and the British girl from earlier run in. Blood was flowing from the long incision twice as fast as it would in a human, due to his duel hearts. He was losing a lot of blood, but he fought to remain conscious. He HAD to tell them about the door, but suddenly his mouth wasn't working. He was in too much pain to speak. He tried to point, non-vebally, to the wall behind him, but it hurt too much to move. There was a constant fire burning in his chest, and it was threatening to consume him. He knew that he would go into shock soon from the blood loss.

The door burst open as the British woman ran up to him. "Sir, it will be okay. We're here now. You're safe. Stay with me, okay?" she said as she brought out what looked like a med kit.

That's what I've been doing! Thought the Doctor.

The woman got out a cloth and pushed it onto the incision, which was now bleeding uncontrollably.

"AH!" protested the Doctor.

"Sorry, but I need to stop the bleeding." She replied.

Coulson was standing at the door, gun in hand. The sound of gunfire was coming from the rest of the building. The brown haired girl next to him.

"Skye, help Simmons. I'll stand guard." ordered Coulson.

The brown haired girl ran up to Simmons. She barely noticed Skye. She was looking straight into the Doctor's eyes, telling him to stay awake. The bleeding was slowing already, but not enough. "Skye," said the British woman, "get the straps off of him."

Skye ran to the other side of the table, and started pulling at the cable ties restraining his left hand, but gave up quickly, and grabbed the scalpel laying on the metal tray next to them. She broke instantly with it, and continued onto his feet.

The bleeding had slowed to a much safer speed and took the cloth away, and quickly rummaged through her bag, and brought out a needle and long line of thread, and started stitching the wound. She didn't make them very permanent because she knew that she would just restitch them back in the lab.
Each interval between threads was about two inches wide, but it served it's purpose of closing the brought out a small pen-flashlight and a roll of bandages. Once Skye finished with his right hand, Simmons started rapping the bandages along his torso, and circled up to right under his armpits, for that was all she could do then with the supplies she had. She briefly noticed that his previous wounds were also showing, but chose to ignore it, for that wasn't as important as getting him into a safer position of health. She took the pen light and shined it into the Doctor's eyes, who quickly flinched.

"My God, he's still awake!" said Simmons.

"My eyes are open, shouldn't that be obvious?" rasped the Doctor.

"Well you can fall unconscious with your eyes open you know? I thought were in shock, you know, from blood loss." said Simmons while she put her supplies back into her bag, and Skye got the cloth that held his head to the table off.

"Dual hearts, produce twice as much blood." The Doctor winced as he tried to sit up.

"Are you sure you want to sit up? We can carry you."

"I'm fine, let's go. There was a door."

"What?"

"Right behind me, it's how they escaped."

"Skye, find it."

Skye ran to the wall, feeling for a button of some kind that would open the door.

With Simmons's help, the Doctor sat up, but quickly cried out in pain, and landed back onto the table.

Skye felt a slight difference in the wall, and pressed down on it. The door opened to a dimly lit passage that was around 2 to 3 feet wide. She was about to go in, but then heard a beeping noise. Skye looked down to find a bomb at her feet.

2.35

2.34

2.33

2.32

It was counting down.

"Shit Shit Shit-" Skye quickly turned around and ran past Simmons and the Doctor and into the hall. "Coulson! There's a bomb! We got two minutes! We need help to get the Doctor out."

"A Bomb?!" asked Coulson, who was just outside the room.

"Ya!"

"Oh Shit! Fitz! Get the equipment and get your ass back onto the plane! Ward, help grab the Doctor!" ordered Coulson. He ran to the room where Skye, Simmons, and the Doctor was, and got to the table. "How bad is he?" Coulson asked Simmons.

"Really bad, but it won't matter if we all die."

"Good point."

Just then, Ward ran in. The Doctor's eyes were full of fear, and he attempted to scramble away from him, just to end up gasping with pain again.

"Stop struggling! We're gonna get you out of here." said Skye. Ward came around the table and grabbed the Doctor under the arms, resulting in his crying out again.

"Sorry" muttered Ward. Coulson grabbed his feet, and Skye and Simmons helped with the middle. They broke into a sprint, carrying the Doctor between the three of them. "May, start the plane, once we're on, we leave immediately." They were 10 feet away from the plane when the building exploded.

TBC...

A/N: Another chapter, and as the Doctor would say, I am so, so sorry, that these chapters are so short. I just don't have very much time to right more than this. Even now, I'm thinking...Hmmm...Spanish Homework, or this... I think you know what I chose :) Again, thanks for reading, gimme some love by reviewing 'cause you know I love those, and I do review reply as much as possible, so there's that.