Okay, I'm gonna point out here that I know literally nothing about how to deal with a punctured/collapsed lung as I didn't really spend that long researching it, so sorry about that! Also, I think my Britishness (is that even a proper word? Well, according to Ward it is, anyway…), is fairly obvious in this chapter :|
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Hospitalised
"What happened?" Simmons pressed, staring down at Ward's unconscious and wheezing form in dread. She didn't like the man, but it didn't mean she wanted him to die.
"I pushed him into the desk, it forced his one or more of his broken ribs inwards and he can't breathe,"
"What!" she yelled. "Trip, I need you to get me a breathing tube,"
"Already got one," Fitz announced, running into the room and giving it to the biochemist, hovering round her shoulder anxiously as she inserted it into his mouth.
"We better hope that his remaining lung can take in enough oxygen to avoid brain damage or placing him in a coma," Simmons explained to Fitz while Skye, Triplett and Coulson rushed into the interrogation room in quick succession.
"Ward's stable at the moment, but he's still in a critical condition and we can't treat him here," Simmons ordered. "We need to move him to the nearest hospital as soon as possible or he might not make it,"
"On it," Skye said, he fingers flying over her phone. "We're twenty miles away from Massachusetts General Hospital,"
"Pass," Trip yelled, already halfway out of the room, she threw her phone towards him and he caught it easily, looking at the map whilst flying towards the cockpit, mentally plotting the course.
They landed five minutes later and rushed Ward towards the hospital on a stretcher, the receptionist looked up at them in alarm.
"HI, I'm Agent Coulson from the CIA," he lied, holding up a fake ID. "One of my team has been injured by a terrorist, he has a punctured lung and is in a critical condition, he must be treated now."
The receptionist looked at Ward in concern and unconcealed panic and picket up the phone.
"I need an emergency response team in reception now; a man has a punctured lung and needs to be taken to surgery immediately," she turned back to Coulson and the team. "What's his name,"
There was silence for a few seconds during which the agents tried to think up a name which wouldn't cause anyone problems later.
"John Doe," Skye said convincingly. "He's an Amnesia patient, he's with us as we were hoping that something could trigger his memory,"
The woman nodded and typed something in on the computer. The surgeons came rushing towards them, taking the stretcher out of Fitz, Skye and Coulson's hands and placing it quickly on a hospital bed.
"We'll do everything we can," a doctor told them before Ward was rolled down the corridor and out of sight, the double doors swinging shut behind him.
The room was deathly quiet.
"He's going to be okay, isn't he?" Fitz asked, looking distraught.
A.O.S
Two hours later and Skye, Fitz, Simmons, Coulson and May were still sitting in the reception area. So far there had been no news on Ward's condition and they refused to answer Fitz's, Skye's and even Coulson's questions on the matter. Simmons looked pale and worried, upset even though earlier she had made it quite clear that she didn't like Ward at all. Fitz and Skye were shooting glares at May every so often(Coulson was refraining from doing the same), who zoned out and appeared to stare at the depressing hospital message board, purposefully ignoring the looks that they sent her way and wishing that she could do tai-chi in the hospital waiting room and not get chucked out.
Triplett had offered to take Buddy to the nearby vets, to check if he was alright after his incident with May and to remove his fleas.
"He doesn't deserve to die," Skye whispered out of the blue, fiddling with her nails and staring dejectedly down at the floor.
"Don't you say that, don't you dare say that!" Fitz muttered angrily at her. "He's gonna be fine, you'll see,"
She shrugged. "We don't know that," she whispered. "I mean why haven't they told us anything yet?"
"Look, we're just all going to have to remain calm, and stay positive, okay?" Jemma said as soothingly and fake brightly as she could.
Just then Coulson's mobile rang, breaking the icy atmosphere.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hi Coulson," Trip called. "We have a problem. They've taken Buddy's blood,"
"Ward's not going to be pleased," Coulson stated grimly.
"So what's the news on him?" asked Trip.
"Nothing, as of yet,"
"I didn't even know they were going to take his blood," he complained. "I guess it should have been obvious, but they only gave me his medical form afterwards. What should I do, what if Buddy has a dangerous disease and if they don't analyse it we won't know?"
"What we agreed before should still stand," Coulson decided. "It's Ward's dog and it should be his decision to make if we are going to have any chance of him ever fully trusting us,"
"I could steal the blood and delete the records off the computer," Trip offered. "But I'll need Skye to talk me through it,"
"Yeah, okay, I'll hand you over," Coulson agreed and passed his phone over to Skye. "He needs to hack a computer," he explained, Skye nodded and took the phone outside, glad of the distraction.
A short while later a nurse came through the doors with a small smile on her face.
"Is he okay?" Coulson asked quickly before Fitz could even open his mouth.
She nodded. "He's still fast asleep due to the anaesthesia, and won't be available for visits for a while, however he seems okay. If you need the details of the operation they will be available in a couple of hours,"
Coulson nodded. "Thank you," he said and the team smiled in relief, Fitz the widest.
"What happened?" Skye questioned hopefully, re-entering the building.
They all looked at her happily and she sank into a chair, sighing in relief.
"I am going to look over the medical report when I can, but what the nurse said seemed promising," Simmons told her.
"So, when do we get to see him?" Skye enquired.
"Not for a while yet," Fitz said sadly.
"Are you kidding!" Skye exclaimed. "Hydra are still out there, we should be his personal bodyguards or something!"
Coulson smiled. "Go ahead, although be prepared for some very stubborn hospital staff," He tossed her a badge. "Remember, Agent Skye, CIA," she nodded and he turned to May. "Can I speak to you for a moment?" he asked, and she nodded, proving that she was still actually aware of her surroundings.
They got up and walked along random corridors, stopping in a seemingly empty area next to a vending machine on the fourth floor.
A.O.S
"Where is Ward anyway?" Fitz asked, pointing out that as they hadn't been shown to him yet, they had no idea of where the specialist was located.
"No problem," Skye replied quietly, looking around warily. "Hacking the CCTV feed…now, and I am in…" she flicked through the lines of code and pictures on her phone. "Ward is there…hey, he has a lock on his door!"
"What?" Fitzsimmons chorused and rushed round behind Skye so they could look at her phone too.
"Why would they have a lock on his door?" Fitz said nervously.
"I'm getting his file up, give me a second. "John Doe, Floor 1, room 36b, okay, it's apparently just because he's an amnesia patient and apparently they get confused and have a habit of running away, looks like they weren't taking chances with Ward because he's 'CIA',"
"Okay…" Simmons said uncertainly. "Well, how do we get the door to unlock?"
"Well, the lock seems to be controlled from that room there, I could probably make a wireless bug to scramble the curcuits and keep the door unlocked," Skye decided. "However… the room appears to control the CCTV cameras as well and it would probably knock those out too, which shouldn't be a problem…nothing else seems to be being controlled from that room so all of the patients are safe…just give me a few minutes to put the code in,"
The two scientists watched in fascination as Skye typed, writing line after line of the programme, then rechecking her work and correcting any errors. "Okay, this should work," she told the duo. "However because this is on my phone, the bug does have a catch if it gets too far out of range the connection will break and the power will come back on again. Also, we might take out some other power. Simmons, do you mind staying here with my phone? "
"A bit," she protested.
"Please," Fitz begged. "You know patients aren't meant to be overwhelmed by too many people at once and you know that you don't like Ward very much either,"
"Okay," agreed Simmons reluctantly.
"Thanks," Skye smiled gratefully and pressed a button on her phone, before locking it. "The code is running, see you soon,"
A.O.S
Triplett had to admit that in all his years as a specialist, this was by no means the most difficult mission he had ever faced. It was a small vets, one vet and his apprentice, and the task shouldn't have been too hard to carry out, but the apprentice had only left the computer once in two hours and she was giving him funny looks, he wasn't meant to be there as Buddy was supposed to be staying overnight and he guessed she just thought him too far outside the stereotype to be an overprotective pet owner.
Thankfully though, he had some tiny explosives in his pockets and there were no cameras, so, during one of his visits to check on Buddy, he attached one to the cage that four very loud and energetic birds shared and waited until the vet went upstairs to check on them to detonate the explosives, causing the cage door to swing open and chaos to ensue.
"I need your help, now!" the vet yelled frantically down to the apprentice, who rolled her eyes and jumped off her chair unenthusiastically to help. "And bring a padlock!"
Trip knew he didn't have long, but fortunately he had had Skye as a teacher so finding and deleting the results, the back-ups of the results and removing all traces of Buddy wasn't a problem. Until he heard the slamming of the cage door and the sound of a lock clicking into place that was.
Deciding quickly, he leapt over the desk and threw open the door to the vet's room, making a leeway for where he saw that the blood was being kept. "Buddy, Buddy, Buddy," he muttered, scanning down the rows. "Gotcha," he finished, opening the door and taking the blood out.
"What are you doing?" the vet asked, standing in the doorway behind him. When Trip found he couldn't think of an excuse the vet continued. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you're going to mess with my equipment,"
"Okay sure," Trip replied, walking calmly past him, before veering suddenly off to the left and rushing up the stairs towards the room where Buddy was kept in.
"Hey!" the man yelled but Trip ignored him, rushing to the kennel, using another of his devices to blow up the lock and picking up the still slightly dazed, but amiable, Buddy and heading towards the fire escape.
"What's wrong with you?" the apprentice asked as he climbed down the ladder Buddy over his shoulder. "Are you crazy or something?"
"Or something," Trip muttered. Walking quickly over to his car, he put Buddy in the boot and drove slowly, to ensure Buddy didn't freak out, towards the hospital.
A.O.S
"Why?" Coulson asked May.
She stared at him inscrutably.
"Why did you do it?" he repeated. "You knew Ward was injured, and if you were going to interrogate him you should have at least asked my permission,"
"I was using my initiative," May replied coolly. "And you shouldn't trust him Coulson, it's going to be a mistake,"
"You should trust me, I'm better informed this time, I know what I'm doing,"
"Phil," she replied indifferently. "You should know that I'll always trust you, but not in this,"
And you obviously know I didn't mean for that to happen, she thought, stalking off down the corridor.
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