This took pretty long, sorry guys! but I've been falling asleep all the time everywhere! I seriously need A LOT OF SLEEP! help!

Anyway. Enjoy this chap! I'll try to update soon! ;)

In a few days I was finally allowed to go home, which was the bus. It was strange how used I've got to call a bus my home, though I also used to have a van as my home. But an airplane? Well, looks very much like evolution.

Of course I was begging Ward and the others to take me home earlier because it was pretty depressing to be in hospital but they refused to even listen to my pleas talking about how I almost died on them and that I better stay under observation of doctors in case of any complications, which I found ridiculous because I could still be observed by the two science freaks on the bus. Thank god Ward refused to leave me there alone, I'd have gone crazy otherwise.

So the whole team agreed to listen to the doctor and have me stay in hospital as much as needed without paying any attention me begging to be released and go home.

Simmons told me that after I almost died on that ER table and a breathing tube was shoved down my throat (I guess that's why it hurt like a bitch) there was no way I was going back home so easily.

So basically I had no word in the matter. They were a very protective family.

I didn't realize it before my incident that I had a real family. It never occurred to me that I had someone who loved me. So I felt guilty for being so stupid and putting all of them through all that. I only hoped that Grant wasn't too mad at me. I knew that he knew. He knew me too well and I didn't realize that before either.

Once home I didn't have much freedom. Simmons said I was on bed rest and Ward took it very seriously, as well as pretty much everyone on the bus. They were driving me crazy. Ward kept his watch on me as much as he could, which was in fact most of the time. Sometimes Simmons or even AC stayed with me instead of him. I was rarely left alone, just like a small child, which made me feel frustrated. I could handle being on my own!

It wasn't that I minded Ward's constant presence. I loved it, I enjoyed it. Especially when I got to sleep curled up to him and wake up and see his face the first thing in the morning, which was a huge development for my Robot to cuddle with me like he did and I didn't take it for granted. Really. I loved Ward and I knew he loved me too but I was waiting for him to say it to me when he didn't think I was asleep. I wanted to hear it from him, again.

But God knows how annoying my Robot could be! He wouldn't let me walk much, saying that I should take it easy and not exhaust myself, he'd follow me everywhere, even to the bathroom, as if he was afraid something might happen to me. It was ridiculous, really. I felt almost normal.

"You're watching over me as if I am a small child. Stop worrying so much. I'm fine" I told him, making emphasis on 'fine', annoyed at him ordering me to take a rest all the time.

"Stop worrying? Are you kidding me? Skye, you scared me to death!" he answered, his voice getting louder.

"You almost died in my arms! You were dead basically, for HOURS! Do you even KNOW how many times I had to perform CPR on you? Simmons and I have been trying to bring you back to the world of living for hours! You were pale like death and you had a stupid breathing tube shoved down your throat, for god's sake! So don't tell me not to fucking worry because I am going to worry!"

He was talking very loudly, his voice getting louder and in the end he was screaming at me. I hated him to do that but I could also feel his pain. I tried to fight back tears and bit my lip hard trying not to cry in front of him.

He went on and on:

"And if you think I don't know what happened to you in the water you are so wrong, Skye! I know you! I know damn well you can swim! Moreover you're excellent at swimming! And you were there and you didn't fight, you just let yourself drown! You let yourself drown! How could you? Did you ever stop to think about me? About the others, people who love you?"

The moment he accused me of letting myself drown I just could hold it back no longer and burst out crying. It hurt like a bitch because he was absolutely right. That was what happened and I felt awful for what I'd done.

"Did you want to die? Did you jump off that cliff, Skye? DID YOU?" he screamed the last words at me and I took a step back from him. He grabbed my wrist bringing me back to him. I was weeping, unable to stop.

After a while I found the strength to answer:

"NO! I didn't want to die! I didn't jump off the damn cliff! Someone pushed me! I don't want to die!" I screamed back at him, tears rolling down my face like rain. I had no idea where so many tears were coming from.

So... this is getting really tense. yep.

hope you enjoyed