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"You can stop hovering, she's going to be fine," Simmons said to Ward who had been watching Skye on the examination table,
"Its my fault, isn't it?" Ward said, staring at Skye's sleeping body,
"Of course not! You did everything you could to save her and you did," Simmons sat down next to Ward,
"What did they do to her?" Ward asked,
"Ward-"
"Why was she almost dead when I found her?" Ward said, becoming angrier by the second,
"Electrocution," Simmons said hesitantly. She tried to distract herself by studying her clipboard,
"Simmons," Ward said, "can you give me some time alone with Skye?"
"Of course," Simmons replied. She stood up and strolled out of the room, closing the door behind her. Ward studied Skye. Her chest slowly rose and fell as her hair draped across her neck. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open. She inhaled a great gasp and looked around the room violently. She immediately closed her eyes again and started whispering,
"No, No, No, not again, please no,"
"Skye!" Ward said. He took her hand,
"No please stop," She whispered with her eyes still closed,
"Skye open your eyes, its me! Ward!" Ward was almost shouting. He called for Simmons as she entered the room,
"She won't open her eyes," Ward said to her. She called for Fitz. He entered the room seconds later followed by Coulson and May. The whole team stood in the lab, watching the events unfold in front of them,
"Hold her down," Fitz said, taking a syringe. Ward and Simmons pinned her arms down. Immediately she started to struggle,
"I don't know anything!," Skye screamed, her eyes still slammed shut, "I'm not her!" Tears streamed down her face. Coulson quickly walked to Skye's side and helped Simmons hold her down,
"Its just a sedative," Fitz said. His hands shook as he pushed the syringe into her arm. She slowly settled down, breathing heavily,
"Just let me die," She said just before falling into a deep sleep.
…..
"PTSD most likely," Coulson explained to the team,
"How could Skye have PTSD? She seemed so strong," Fitz said softly,
"Exactly," Ward said, "any other person would have given up in that situation. She didn't give in. She fought," Ward said, fiddling with his hands. He had constantly been at Skye's side ever since she got back. It felt weird being in the briefing room,
"Do you guys know what this means for the team, though?" Coulson asked. The team stared at him, waiting for the explanation,
"Skye will be different. She might need to undergo treatment, depending on the severity of her case. We are headed for the Hub for further examination," Coulson said. Just as he did, Ward saw the camera in the corner of his eye change. He looked to see Skye slowly moving her head, examining her surroundings. Ward didn't waste a beat. He was out the door before the team knew where he was going. He reached the lab in less than a minute, rushing to Skye's side,
"Skye," Ward said,
"Oh god, Ward!" Skye said. She smiled and hugged him, tears streaming down her face. They stayed there for almost a minute, Skye buried her face in his shoulder. Ward then heard a muffled voice speak,
"Im getting your shirt wet, I'm sorry,"
"Its fine," Ward said laughing, "Everything is okay now,".
…
They reached the hub at 10:00 PM. Ward and Coulson helped Skye into the building,
"Hey, do I finally get a fancy badge?" She asked. Coulson smiled and shook his head,
"Not yet,". They made their way down the elevator into the Special Operations room. There, they approached a tall young man,
"Excuse me, ," Coulson said, "This is Skye,"
"Pleasure," said. He motioned for them to follow him into an examination room where they layed Skye down on a doctors office smelling bed. sat down and started reading her file aloud,
"Skye, former rising tide hacker, captured on an operation 2 days ago infiltrating and anti-government group-" The man started to say,
"Thank you," Skye said, "for bringing back those memories,"
"I apologize if I am making you uncomfortable, but for this exam that may be necessary," Skye shot a worried glance at Ward who put his hand on hers,
"It's okay," Ward said, "were here,",
"Okay first we will bring you to briefing where you will discuss the interrogation," said. A pit grew in Skye's stomach. She looked at the ground, hoping to find comfort in the pattern of the office floor,
"Next, you will have a full body examination to asses the damage done to the internal organs from the…" Coulson shot the man a look as he trailed off. Skye didn't need him to finish the sentence for her to know the word: torture. He continued to explain,
"Finally, you will need to speak with an expert so they can determine if you are ready to go back onto the mobile unit," finally finished explaining. He eventually let them go to her first test. Briefing.
As she walked through the door, she felt hundreds of glaring eyes. She stepped behind Ward, sticking closely and following his every move until they finally reached their destination. They watched as a tall bald man approached them,
"Skye it is such an honor to meet you. My name is Tom, come in," Skye slipped into the black room, set up as an interrogation room. Ward and Coulson were instructed to watch from the other side of the glass. In the room, another man sat at the table. Skye took a seat across from him,
"Skye tell me the first thing you remember after being captured," The man asked,
"Wow, you guys are just straight to business here, aren't ya," Skye said. She looked for a reaction but received none, " I remember waking up in the middle of a room, tied to a chair," She said,
"And how were you knocked out?" The man asked,
"A couple minutes after taking me, they injected me with something,"
"When you woke up, how many people were there in the room?"
"One,"
"What did he say?"
"Well I was a bit busy freaking out to listen to him," The man shot her a look. She drew in a shaky breath, getting progressively more anxious. She balled her fists on top of the table,
"He told me everything about me,"
"About you?" He asked. She didn't answer. He moved on,
"How did he get this information,"
"I don't know,"
"You didn't ask him?" He asked. Skye stared at him in disgust,
"No,"
"Did he torture you?" Skye didn't answer. She looked at her shoes,
"Skye, did he torture you?" The man asked again. Behind the glass, the rest of the team had joined them, all pressing their noses against the glass,
"Skye if you want this to be over you have to answer me. Now, did he torture you?"
"Yes," She said. She began to feel her throat close,
"What were his tactics?" Skye did not hear the question. She started to feel dizzy,
"Skye," The man said,
"This is ridiculous," Ward said, "we can't make her do this,"
"I…" Skye stammered. Her mind went blank. All the pain was coming back. All the blood. She reached up to touch her neck, a red scab stretched across it,
"Skye, answer the question,"
"I'm not her," Skye whispered. Ward shot a look at Coulson. He began to walk into the interrogation room,
"You aren't who, Skye?" The man asked,
"I don't know! I'm not her! Stop, please!" She began to yell. Her eyes were scrunched closed. Ward ran into the room and scooped her up in his arms. He brought her down in the hallway, the team encircling her,
"What does she mean 'I'm not her'?"