A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I didn't give you a translation for the Spanish! So basically: Coulson: Hello. My name is Agent Phil Coulson. We're with SHIELD. Dr: What happened? Coulson: She was stabbed. She's 21 years old and her date of birth is September 23rd 1992. She's six weeks pregnant. Dr: Name? Coulson: Skye Ward. There you go! Next time I will have the translation at the end of the chapter!
Skye awoke in a great deal of pain, dazed, the events of how she ended up at the hospital a blur. Skye placed her hands on her stomach, brown eyes widening when it all came back to her. She remembered the knife, the pain, the blood. Everyone's calm voices assuring her that everything would be alright.
Everything.
She sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through her torso and gently lifted up the hospital gown. Just below her ribcage was a gastly scar, about six inches in diameter. It hurt like hell when she touched the ragged wound, the stitching so precise, so perfect.
The woman looked up as Doctor Santiago came in with Coulson and the others, causing her to gently put the gown back over her stomach, tears pricking at her eyes.
"Skye! You gave us all a scare. How do you feel?" Grant asked, putting a change of clothes on the counter by the sink as he grabbed a chair and sat down beside her.
"The baby? Is the baby alright?" She asked, ignoring him and looking at the Doctor and Coulson, who spoke briefly in Spanish, ignoring her confused face.
Coulson nodded at Doctor Santiago and turned back to her, giving a soft smile.
"The baby is fine. The blade of the knife tore through the uterus, but just barely missed the fetus. Had the blade hit three to five centimeters lower, you most certainly would have lost the baby." Coulson translated, causing Skye and Ward to sigh in relief.
More Spanish.
Does this Doctor not speak English? She thought, exchanging a look with Ward, who shrugged in response.
"Dr. Santiago also apologizes for the pain. They couldn't give you any anesthesia or pain killers because of the baby."
Skye nodded in response and rolled her eyes as Dr. Santiago turned and started speaking to Coulson once more before bidding a final farewell and leaving the room.
"He said for the pain he'll prescribe something safe for your condition…he also said something about a spider web."
Fitz raised his arms, lips pursed as he turned to look at Simmons as if to say 'I told you so!'
"I told you spider webs are proven to help heal wounds!" He exclaimed, giving Simmons a look as she rolled her eyes.
"Fitz, no one carries spider webs on them. Most webs are laced with the arachnids poison to kill their prey faster. So had we done that, the wound would have gotten infected." She argued, then turned to Skye, "would you put a spider web on a wound?"
"Uhm..how about no? Only an idiot would be stupid enough to do that!" She said, giving them an 'are you kidding me?' look as Fitz sank back in defeat.
"When can we leave?"
"Dr. Santiago said as soon as you woke up."
Skye looked confused.
That's weird…I thought I'd have to stay for a few days before leaving…
"How long was I out?"
Everyone rubbed the back of their heads and looked around as if they hadn't heard her.
"Simmons?"
"About a week or so…" Simmons said, watching as Skye took a sip from her water, doing a spit take when she heard that.
"A week? I've been out of it for a week? You couldn't have just given me one of those shock machines and shocked me awake?" She asked, getting out of the bed before anyone could stop her and grabbing the clothes Grant had put on the counter, heading for the bathroom to get changed.
"Skye? What's wrong?" Grant asked, shaking the locked door handle.
"I want to get out of Argentina as fast as possible." She said, opening the door and walking briskly to leave the room, the group following behind.
"Skye? What the hell is wrong?" Melinda asked as everyone watched her fill out the release papers.
"I just don't want to be here for another minute."
"But why?"
No answer.
"Is it because of that man that we saw Skye? Marco?" Grant asked carefully, and with good reason.
Skye slammed her fist down on the reception desk and sighed shakily, startling the Argentinian receptionist.
"Sorry." She said, stepping back stunned, before turning on her heel and running out of the double doors of the hospital, ignoring the throbbing pain in her stomach once more.
She needed to get out of here.
A/N: Let me know what y'all think! Yes, the baby is alive, I'm not that mean! Please review :) ideas for future chapters are always welcome.