This was hard one to write. Lot of stuff happening. Enjoy.

May's eyes snap open and she inhales heavily like she has hold her breath long under water. She uses all her strenght to sit upright to take a small black box from her jacket's pocket. Vision blurry, hands trembling as the pain in her chest starts feeling like someone is standing on it.

Hunter follows the target as Trip is watches the number of floors light up one by one in the elevavor. May's hands tremble, but finally she opens the box and hits the needle head to her thigh. Coulson walks back and forth as Skye writes information on the map of the target.

Trip opens the rooftop door and looks around. He doesn't see her. May catches her breath, when the pressure on her chest starts to disappear. Coulson turns to Skye, when they both hear Hunter say. "He stopped."

Trip sees a black booth and starts jogging to that direction. "May?" May coming to his full view. He gasps as he sees what condition she is in.

"Shut it down." She mumbles and he shuts down the camera on his iPhone. The direct camera feed starts showing snow. "Trip?" Coulson asks for explanation for it.

"I'm fine." She tries convince him so she stands up, but stumbles and Trip catches her before her knees give away. "She's fine." Trip says and Coulson sighs in relief. "Good. Good. Return to the Bus."

May sees him turn off the comm. "Okay. Now tell me what the hell is going on?!" Trip raises his voice to her, but she doesn't need to tell him off. She knows it's because he's concerned.

He looks down to the ground and sees the black box. "Are you high?" He asks ridiculously and May chuckles to that. "Okay. You're not high. I know that. So is that some kind of medication." He eases her back on the ground and she sits. May breathes deep. "Yes."

Trip kneels beside her and gives her medication box back. "How long you're going to keep him in the dark?" She's surprised he didn't ask what illness she has. "As long as I can. So I want you to-"

"Keep this to yourself." He finishes for her and smiles. "Don't worry. I got it." He says quietly and then observes her. Exhaustion written all over her face.

She looks up to meet his eyes. "Thank you."

He nods. "I'll pack things up. Just rest." He makes her lean against the gate and starts packing the rifle. "You do know I'm going to tell Simmons. Right?"

She turns to face him. "No." She says with low growl and he kneels beside her. "May, Look at yourself. You need a doctor." He reasons her and looks at her long enough in the eyes that she turns to look away.

"I know. But I don't want Simmons to keep secrets from him." May looks up at him. "I wish you didn't knew about this."

Trip síghs. "Okay fine, but I'm gonna get you help. Let me help you. Do you know your diagnosis? Who gives the drugs?" May smirks. He's asking all the tough questions at once. Smart man.

"My diagnosis was given by my friend in Bahrain." She says quietly and his eyes show the pity she didn't want. "I'm surprised you haven't asked yet."

"Well it's good if I don't know right? If Coulson starts to suspect and interrogate me of you."

Trip is smart. Phil and she created a great team and yet better SHIELD organisation. Fury did good, but they do better. She sighs and Trip glances at her. "You okay?"

May nods slowly, she can't say it, because she feels like she's won't be okay. She feels she's getting worse as the days go by. He grabs her gear and holds out his hand to her. "Don't worry. I won't say a word."

She takes hold of his hand and helps her to her feet. She's still shaky and he grabs hold of her waist to steady her. "Good." She says and does something she would never do. Accepts his help.

Now Trip knows she's sick. Will he keep her secret?