A/N: The title is inspired by a song of the same name by Mark grabbed and the Rels. Graphic details ahead, BTW.
Broken Out of Love
Agent May's unconscious body was placed in and strapped to the steel chair she had previously been bound to. Agent Ward was moved to the table and strapped secure, his shirt removed. Monica took a few moments to shamelessly admire his chisled chest and six pack. They could say whatever they wanted to about SHIELD, but their agents were attractive.
She checked her phone. Playing on the screen was the footage from the camera overlooking Coulson. He was still trapped by their barricade, the idiot, but he had his two little pets, Fitz and Simmons with him. Together, their admittedly impressive minds would eventually figure out a way around it, meaning that she didn't have much time.
She waited until her assistant placed the oxygen mask over Ward before she started making her incision. She made one diagonal incision from his shoulder to the bottom of his ribcage, and then another opposite that, meeting the first one and then curving down to the pelvic bone. She separated the flaps and then took the time to dissect the muscle tissue over the ribcage so she could finishing separating her incisions.
The lack of blood was a real help. The red light lamp overhead clotted the bloodflow in the chest, preventing him, and May from before, from bleeding when she starting cutting them open. She could have sold the invention to the medical industry. Millions of dollars could have been saved if doctors didn't have to worry about their patients bleeding to death. Additionally, countless lives could have been saved with this sure fire method of stopping internal bleeding.
Of course, Monica didn't care about any of that. If it didn't advance her and AIM's goals of world domination, then it wasn't even considered. She could have made millions, but millions of dollars was chump compared to the trillions that she would make as supreme ruler of the world.
She smiled to herself and fully opened Ward's chest to expose his ribcage. With a pair of deft slices, she severed the tissue connecting it to the body and removed it. Her assistant took it and placed it inside a sterilized tray. No need for him to die of an infection before he could deliver her message. "Now then, if you would," she said, holding out her hand. Her assistant placed in it a small device, a bomb that was much more than met the eye. It wasn't powerful, but they would surprised by its brutality.
She smirked and handled it with the utmost care while lowering it down into his chest cavity and attaching it to the bottom of his heart. Yes, it was very visible to the naked eye, and very easy to remove provided that one moved quickly enough. But, if the SHIELD stooges managed to disarm is, they'd be in for a real surprise. "Done. Now to –"
=Dr, Rappaccini; Agent Coulson is quickly inbound.=
"Son of a bitch." She sighed and took the latex gloves off and replaced her gold gauntlets. "You," she pointed to a random agent, "stitch him up. The rest of you follow me. We're leaving." The female doctor nodded shakily and watched Monica and the other five agents file out of a door in the back of the room.
She, named Dr. Amanda Flint, grabbed a syringe filled with a thick white gel and applied to both ends of Ward's ribcage like one would apply glue to a piece of wood. She then applied some to the severed tissue and pressed the ribcage down on it.
The solvent inside the syringe sent the body's own natural healing factor into overdrive by multiple factors for a short period of time. While it was mainly useful during fire fights and battles, it also made recovering from injuries or surgery no trouble at all. It also made hiding an impromptu torture/surgery from eagle eyed SHIELD agents easy.
Hands shaking uncontrollably out of fear of what would happen when Coulson showed up, she pressed down on the cage gently. "Okay, that's done. N-now for the…" She carefully pressed the flaps that comprised Ward's chest back down, taking care to apply some of the solvent to each end. She was about to smooth it out to make sure it healed properly when the door burst open.
An unspeakably calm Agent Coulson hurried inside. Anyone else would have been beyond engaged at what they saw, but his calmness was terrifying. Flint was caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar, a syringe in her hand and a cut up Ward on her table. Something under his blue eyes shifted from already terrifyingly calm to petrifying calm. "Move. Now."
Flint dropped the syringe and back away. "P-please, don't shoot. I was just –" Fitz shot her with the Nite-nite gun while Simmons ran to pick up the syringe and to check out Grant's wounds.
With him being tended to, Coulson immediately turned his attention to Melinda. She was essentially topless and bleeding profusely from a deep cut on her shoulder. "Melinda," he said softly while gently lifting her slumped head. She didn't respond. He checked for a pulse and sighed when he felt on, albeit weak. "She's out. Help me undo her." Skye took off her jacket to cover her chest, and then bent down to undo the straps keeping her legs in place. Coulson undid her arms and gently lifted her out of the chair and into his arms.
"My word," she mumbled.
"How bad is it?"
"Um, well, they basically performed an autopsy on him, judging by these incisions. But they're almost completely healed. I can literally see his muscle and skin healing in real time! Fascinat-!" Coulson shot her a glare. "Sorry."
"Then that's good. When he's done healing, help him get out. We're done here." He started for the door. Without turning around, he added, "Bring her, too. I want to speak with her."
Simmons nodded and bent down to pick up the syringe that the AIM doctor dropped. "I wonder what you are?"
Skye grunted and hefted the doctor onto her shoulders. Those upper body exercises Grant insisted on her doing were paying off. "Take it and find out. See if you can make more."
"I don't know how I feel about shamelessly knocking off more of AIM's stuff." She sighed and grabbed one of Grant's arms, while Fitz grabbed the other. "Let's go, you fit bugger."
Fitz sighed.
It took them a while, but FitzSimmons managed to haul Grant's heavy mass to the Bus. They gently placed him on the table in the lab. Coulson ordered them to give him a full check over just in case Rappaccini did something foul while her was out and before they got there. He also ordered on for Melinda too, just in case.
Melinda was clean, just a case of having to stitch her cut up. When they finished, Coulson went ahead and took her to her bunk.
When he left, Jemma began to check Grant over. "No other injuries or lesions… pupils are slightly dilated… blood pressure is a little off… heart rate is erratic… breathing is labored. Should we give him an x-ray?"
"Don' see why not." Fitz flipped on a switch to activate the holographic x-ray function on the table. He swept his hand upward and looked closely at the image that appeared. "Hm, no fractures… no blood clots… let's see, um… wait…"
"Fitz, what is that?" Jemma asked warily.
Fitz removed the unnecessary things obstructing his view and zoomed in on Grant's heart. "Is that what I think it is?"
"That's a bomb," Jemma replied, frantically. "There's a bomb in his chest." Fitz grabbed it and zoomed in on the timer. "And we only have five minutes to disarm it!"
"Okay, it's okay, Simmons. Call Coulson and I'll get ready."
While Leo scurried from station to station to prepare his equipment, Jemma fumbled to pull her phone out of her pocket. "Hello, sir? We have a bit of a situation down here… Well, there's a bomb in Ward's chest. They put a bomb in his chest.… I said, they put a bomb in his chest, sir!… Oh, sorry.… Yes, Fitz and I will have it out in a snap, seal him up and then Bob's your uncle!… Right sir, sorry." She hung up and beheld Fitz running toward her with a tray full of medial supplies.
He handed her a pair of latex gloves, and then as scalpel. "Let's get to it, shall we?"
"Ooh." She slipped the gloves onto her shaking hands. "Just like Operation, right?"
"Exactly."
A/N: I decided to go ahead and simplify Fitz's accent, if only because it's easier on me to right without having to use a translator.