Here, as promised! I'm afraid there is another small cliffhanger at the end of this one oooops

Enjoy, huys! I'll update as soon as I can! ;)

Hours passed since she was taken away and there's been no update on her condition. Ward's been going out of his mind, though the fact that Simmons was still there meant Skye wasn't dead, at least not yet.

It took him all his will power not to go there and find Skye and check how she was doing, to check if there was any progress. If she was alive. A few times he even stood up to his feet and was ready to run and find her wherever she was somewhere behind the double doors where he had seen her last. Instead he just started pacing the waiting room like a madman hitting walls with his fist, about to explode. The others just watched him without saying a word. They knew it was his way of coping. He just needed to punch something before he could punch someone. There must be someone he could blame and that someone was a dead man.

When he was sitting again, nervously tapping his foot, he started thinking about what had happened to Skye. The most probable reason for her to end up in the ocean was that someone had pushed her there and if it was the case, that man was a dead man.

When he thought about it better he remembered one very important thing. Skye was an excellent swimmer. She told him that herself. She grew up in California and the ocean was practically her second home. She loved the ocean and couldn't stay away from the beach for too long. Moreover, she was damn good at surfing. There was no way she couldn't have made it to the shore or at least try to.

Then the question was how did he let herself drown? How come she didn't make her way to the shore?

Ward was beginning to get even more worried. She didn't fight. As far as he could see she just gave up. That made him so angry and mad at Skye. Did she want to die? To die and leave him alone, to leave the team and let the rest of them fall apart? Did she even think about them at all?

Maybe it was all his fault. He should have paid more attention to her, talked to her more, watched her more, even more than he already had. Something has been clearly wrong with her lately. She was there but it was as if she wasn't. She got more distant, unwilling to talk or to spend time with them, avoiding even Fitzsimmons, giving silly excuses. Something was going on in her head and from the way things were going Ward could say it was nothing good. He should have made a bigger effort and made her talk to him. Then maybe they wouldn't be there not knowing whether she lived or died.

After 4 hours of nothing Jemma suddenly appeared from the double doors, pain and despair written all over her face. They rushed to her side right away, worry itched on each of their faces. Ward even stopped denying that he was scared of what Simmons might tell them. One terrifying thing that could change him forever.

After looking at them with that miserable expression on her exhausted face for a while, she finally spoke in a weak voice that was about to break:

"We're trying our best but we still haven't managed to make her heart start beating. Her body temperature is still 21 degrees. The doctors say…"

She stopped abruptly and closed her eyes, a few tears making their way down her cheeks. Leo put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Ward had to know so he asked her:

"What do the doctors say, Jemma?"

More tears started falling as she tried to speak:

"They say there is no hope… They are trying their best but it's been too much time since her heart stopped"

Ward couldn't believe what she just said. They couldn't just give up on her, no! No! He wasn't going to let them stop.

"No! They can't give up! Show me the way! Take me there!"

He got more and more furious with every second. Everyone could see that and got pretty worried that he might start raging.

Coulson said:

"Ward you need to calm down. Quick. You cannot go there in such a state. Do you understand it? Skye's life is at stake"

Right. Skye. His Rookie, the only thing that mattered to him. He did his best to get rid of the rage burning inside him. He couldn't afford to rage right now when his Skye was between life and death.

It took him a minute to get back to his senses before he followed Simmons as she went back to where his Rookie was.

Finally they got there. He opened the door and barged in getting stares from the doctors but not giving a damn. His own heart nearly stopped when he saw her lying there, so pale and small, with a tube coming from her mouth and covered in multiple blankets.

He could hear a long beeping signal and see a flat line on the heart monitor screen. That couldn't be happening. His heart started beating so fast he thought it would jump out of his chest.

He looked pleadingly at the three doctors and said:

"Please, don't give up on her. Please. I'm begging you. She's everything I have and she doesn't even know that. She can't die, it's not her time yet! Please, save her"

That seemed to work because they rushed back to Skye's side, one of them taking a defibrillator and saying:

"Okay, guys, let's give her one more chance. The poor thing is way too young to die"

"Stand clear charging!"

They tried to revive her god knows how many times, Ward eventually lost count. He just scared at the flat line on the screen. The flat line that said his Rookie's heart wasn't beating anymore and refused to start beating again.

And it hurt like hell and probably even worse. It was better to go to hell knowing she was alive than to stay here in the world where she was dead.

la-la-la that wasn't me who created cliffhangers I'm not the one to blame...

PS: hope you like it!