Chapter 2

Jemma POV

When the last word slips from her mouth I feel my whole world tilt and everything falls. Nothing is okay anymore. I can hear a cry of anguish from Fitz behind me, I can feel the tears welling up but I need to know, I have to know why. I need to heal her.

My brain kicks into gear and thoughts run through my head of paralysis from below the waist. My hand still rest against her warm thigh, knowing she can't feel my touch. When I look to her face it is complete and utter heart break.

I turn to Fitz and quietly tell him, 'Get Agent Coulson and tell May to get us to a medical facility, now!'

He foot falls follow him out of the room and I turn back to Skye, her hand reaching for her right leg. I take it before she can reach her leg. My other hand runs through her hair, wishing this wasn't happening.

Her sobs fill the room and I worry that she is going to tear her stitches, all I can do is pull her to me and hold her against my chest, trying my best to fix this, knowing in the deepest part of my mind that I probably can't.

Coulson burst into the room with May and Ward hot on his heels, Fitz right behind them. The room is full and Skye heart rate goes through the roof when she sees them, her breathing is starting to become rough. A panic attack, I know the symptoms quite well. I reach for the sedative as May comes to my other side to stop Skye from ripping her wounds open. I inject the sedative into her IV and the effects are almost immediate. Her body slumps back against the bed, her heart rate lowers and her breathing returns to normal.

I stop the needle still in my hand and I sob, I sob for Skye. After all this bullshit, she has this. I sob for the loss she will have. I feel arms enclose me but I push them away, not caring who it is. I'm not the one needed comfort; Skye's entire life will never be the same.

When I manage to control my sobs I look to Coulson and Fitz, the only ones left in the room. Fitz is standing with his arms wrapped around his middle like he is trying to hold himself together and Coulson is staring at Skye, his eyes filled with unshed tears.

'Sir,' my voice rings in the room, 'Skye has reported loss of feeling from the waist, and I request we go to a Shield medical facility ASAP. I would like to look further into her injuries and understand what has caused loss of felling.'

Coulson nods and I move out of the room taking one last look at Skye. I make my way down to the lab with Fitz hot on my feet. 'Load up Skye's x-rays on the holo-table,' I demand to Fitz. He rushes to the table and pulls up her x-rays we had, I moved it so I could look at her lumbar spine and I saw something that horrified me, lodged between L3 and L4 was a bullet fragment, with a possible spinal cord sever. By the looks of it the bullet had hit rib 9 and fragmented into her stomach and they must have missed the one in her spine. There looks to be inflammation around the spine and possible bleeding but this is all old x-rays I have no idea what the serum has done to her from the inside. All it did was make her stable.

Fitz is tinkering next to me, both our brains trying to figure out if we can fix this, if we can fix Skye. I know how unpredictable spinal injuries can be and loss of feeling can point out to total loss of movement.

I turn and take a seat at my desk and just as I'm about to load up my computer to research the injury that Skye has, I stop. On my desk is a hula girl very much like the one Skye has in her room, I pick it up and on the bottom it says, 'Everyone needs a bit of oddity, love Skye.'

I place it back on my desk; it stands out among all of our science stuff as Skye would say. I look to that monitor for Skye's room and she is still unconscious, her body as still as before.

Hour and hours pass us; the plane is finally landing at the Shield Medical Center that had told us Skye would die. We wheel her bed back into the facility, we are told to take her to a private room. Skye has been scheduled for a CT and we are going to have to wait till the Doctor comes in a assess her.

Doctors come and go, they never tell us anything. When they are ready to take her for her CT I request to be there, along with Coulson. I need to know how bad the damage is. As we are walking out of the room trailing behind Skye's bed, I see her, the doctor that had failed Skye, the one that failed to notice something so simple. I feel anger that I have never felt before. I want to yell at her, to tell her she is an incompetent Doctor, that Skye is better than her.

And I do just that, I yell at her and I watch her shrink away from my words. Her face filled with fear and regret.

I feel strong arms wrap around my waist and I'm being pulled away from the tiny Doctor. Mays words ring in my ear as she takes me back to Skye, 'Skye needs you Simmons. Skye needs you.'

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