"Where's Jemma?" Skye asks when she realizes Fitz is in the lab alone.
He shakes his head, glancing up from whatever he's tinkering with to take a look around. He frowns. "She said she had a headache, so she left to take something, but hasn't come back."
Skye frowns, turning to exit without another word. She heads straight for Jemma's bunk and knocks softly on the closed door a few times. She hears a faint voice say something on the other side, and she slides the door open enough to enter, and what she finds breaks her heart a little.
Jemma is lying on the bed, her face crumpled in pain, one arm slung over her eyes to keep out even the dim light that keeps the room from being completely dark. Clearly her headache has progressed into more of the migraine category.
"Jem?" Skye whispers as she slides the door shut, moving to crouch next to the bed. She places a hand over the other girl's wrist, the pads of her fingers trailing over soft skin. "What's going on, baby?"
Jemma tries to smile, but the pain makes her face pinch in a sort of grimace. "Hi."
"Are you alright?" Skye says, keeping her voice soft. She runs her free hand over Jemma's forehead, sweeping her hair back gently. She tilts forward enough to press a kiss to her girlfriend's forehead, frowning at how warm her skin feels against her lips.
Jemma presses a hand over her eyes, her head shaking just a bit. "Would you do me a favor, please?"
It makes Skye's heart clench a little at Jemma trying so hard to be polite even when she's clearly in pain. "Anything, sweetheart. What do you need?"
Jemma points somewhere over her head in the general direction of a shelf behind the bed. "My medicine? And a glass of water?"
Skye is up and on her feet before Jemma can take another breath, and she returns a minute later with a bottle of water and she's rummaging the shelf to find the right bottle.
"Sit up for a sec, sweetie," Skye urges softly as she crouches next to the bed again. She extends her palm until Jemma takes the pill and watches as she swallows it down with a few gulps of water.
Jemma immediately slumps back down to the mattress and Skye presses her lips to her forehead again quickly. "Do you need anything else? I'll leave so you can get some sleep."
Jemma reaches out blindly for her, clutching Skye's hand when she finds it. "Stay. Please?"
"Of course." Skye nods. "But I'll be right back, okay?"
Skye is only gone a few minutes before she slides silently back into the bunk. She deposits everything in her arms onto the end of the bed in a heap and reaches for a few things in particular. She cracks an ice pack and wraps it in a towel and lays it gently on Jemma's head.
Jemma lets out a relieved sigh the moment the cold compress rests over her eyes. She readjusts it and visibly relaxes as she scoots further back on the bed to make room for Skye.
Skye flips all the lights off and pulls the shade to the window to make it as dark as possible then throws her extra blanket over the other girl because she knows she'll wake up cold in a few hours. Then she crawls onto the bed next to Jemma, who curls into her body immediately.
Skye props her head up in her hand and slides her free hand around Jemma's body to hold her loosely.
"Thank you," Jemma sighs.
"Sleep, sweetheart," Skye whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
"You'll stay?" Jemma asks, curling her fist into the front of Skye's shirt.
Skye kisses her head again. "I promise."
Skye spends the next several hours lying as still as she ever has in her entire life. Jemma is curled into her and she really doesn't want to wake her, so she spends her time twirling soft hair around her fingers or stroking Jemma's back wishing she could absorb her pain because seeing her girlfriend like this makes her heart hurt.
Jemma stirs after a while, just a hint of a whine escaping the back of her throat as she comes to. She pulls the cold (now more like tepid) compress from her eyes, squinting in the low light of the room to find Skye watching her with an adoring smile.
Skye reaches out to trail the pad of her index finger along the slope of Jemma's nose softly. "Hi," she whispers when bleary eyes finally reach hers.
"Hi," Jemma whispers back, her voice thick and sleepy.
"How are you feeling?" Skye watches as Jemma tries to shake through the haze that the medication left her with.
Jemma sighs, still a little foggy, but visibly brighter than she was hours ago. She blinks a few times as she assesses her pain. "Better. Thank you." She wraps an arm around Skye and pulls her closer so she can tuck her head under her chin.
"Need anything else, sweetie?" Skye asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
Jemma shakes her head, still sleepy, despite her hours-long nap. She fists the back of Skye's shirt and scoots herself impossibly close to the other girl. "Just you."
"I'm here," Skye whispers.
"Always?" Jemma wonders softly.
Skye pulls back enough to kiss her properly, catching her eyes. "Always."