"Eurgh." Groaned Ward as he rolled over.
"Morning! Did you have fun last night?" Skye asked him, louder than she usually would have done, while Simmons used their bathroom.
"How did I get here?" Ward asked her.
"Me and Simmons put you to bed." Skye said as Ward heard the toilet flush.
"What am I missing?" Ward asked, confused by the flush.
"You got a concussion. Simmons stayed in here last night to help monitor you."
"I got a concussion?" Ward asked, a small burp erupting from his throat, bring the taste of stale alcohol to his tastebuds.
"You apparently walked into a beam or something." Simmons explained, coming out of the bathroom.
"What time is it?" Ward asked, attempting to lift his head off the pillow.
"Nine. Go back to sleep. Coulson will be in shortly to keep an eye on you." Simmons told him.
"Why?" Ward asked, but before Simmons could tell him it was to keep an eye on his concussion he had fallen back to sleep.
Coulson arrived, looking a little worse for wear, but otherwise he seemed to be alright and the girls left for their spa day.
Skye, being the ever considerate wife, left some pain killers on the bedside table for when Ward woke up.
"So what shall we have done?" Sue asked as they entered the spa.
"I want something to distress me. Especially after last night." Simmons said.
"I could do with a good deep tissue massage. I've had the most horrendous knot in my back for months." May added.
"Oh honey. You don't need a massage for that. You need to get yourself some." Skye said, earning laughter from Simmons and Amber and a glare from May.
Sue looked slightly horrified at the tone of the conversation, before reminding herself that the people she was with only had each other to talk to about their issues and problems.
"I want a pedicure." Skye said. She knew she was getting a manicure on her wedding day so she wanted something that could last.
"So why don't we all have a mud mask heated seaweed treatment, followed by a massage and then a pedicure?" Sue suggested, much to the delight of the others.
As they had booked in advance and were a hen party they were led to a room where they could all have their treatments done together.
"Oh my god. This is so gross!" Skye squealed as the beautician spread mud over her bikini clad body.
"Tell me about it!" Simmons agreed
"Who's idea was this?" Amber asked as the beautician attending to her had their hand in a very delicate place spreading mud.
"Ok. So it's an experience." Sue said.
"One I'm currently never going to repeat!" Skye admitted.
"I've had worse." May said, to no one's surprise, as they all remembered the black widow mud incident.
When all of the girls had their bodies up to their necks covered in mud they were led over to therapy tables where they laid on, what looked like open sleeping bags laced with seaweed. Once the top of their bodies were covered in seaweed the beauticians closed the 'sleeping bags' and left them too it.
"Oh my god. I hate this." Amber said as she started to breathe through her nose.
"It feels really slimy." Skye said.
The last time she had felt like this was when the nuns at the orphanage had caved and taken them to the beach. Skye remembered falling into the sea and getting caught up in long slimy strands of seaweed.
"Why is it starting to heat up?" Simmons asked panicking.
"It's a heated treatment" Sue explained. She was concerned by their reactions. They clearly needed to have more pampering in their lives.
"I like it." May said, starting to close her eyes and allowing herself to relax.
She heard a thump and her eyes snapped open to find Amber wriggling around on the floor, trapped out in the bag. She had rolled off the therapy table trying to get out of it.
"Get me out! Get me out!" She started screaming, before being reduced to sobs. One of the beauticians had obviously heard the commotion and came in to investigate. When she got to Amber she realised she wanted the treatment to be over, so she unfastened the bag and led her over to the shower where she washed all of the mud off her.
When Amber was clean she was offered a robe, which she took and sat down on a chair.
Slowly the girls were released from their seaweedy prisons and cleaned off. When they were all sat wearing robes they were given a glass of champagne before being led to the hot tub while the room was being changed over for their massages.
May positioned one of the jets right on the knot in her back. She was never going to admit it, but she was fairly certain that the knot was due to her stresses over Coulson.
Just as the girls were getting comfortable they were asked back into the room and led to the therapy tables. These were now privatised with curtains between them as they were about to receive massages or varying descriptions.
Five minutes in Skye called out to the group:
"What is that that I can smell?"
"That would be my aromatherapy oils." Simmons answered, purring slightly at the relaxation she was feeling.
An hour later and all of them were feeling a slight relaxation high as they were being set up for their final treatment. Sue Amber and May elected for a manicure while Simmons and Skye had pedicures.
When all of their nails were dry they headed back to the hotel to change for dinner.
"What can I get you to drink?" the waiter asked the table.
The girls all ordered wine, while the boys ordered variations on soft drinks, with the exception of Ward who ordered water. He was still feeling rough after the previous night and suspected he would still feel like this on the journey back in the morning. He wondered how much of his headache was due to the copious amounts of alcohol Fitz had mainlined into him last night, or the concussion Skye told him he sustained while inebriated.
All the way through the meal Ward remained quiet. Skye knew he still didn't feel 100% as he ordered a very plain, simple meal and refused dessert.
"You ok?" May asked as Ward's eyelids started drooping.
"Yeah. Just, well suffering. If Fitz and Simmons ever get married I will annihilate him." Ward threatened.
"What makes you think that's a possibility?" May asked.
"I suspect there is something going on."
"We've been there. There is nothing there."
"Then why did they walk down the street holding hands the other night?" Ward asked her, causing her to swallow her coffee down the wrong hole.
The following morning they all packed up their bags and prepared to set off back to Oxford. Ward was right. He did still feel rough!
The next few days were spent making last minute preparations for the wedding, such as attempting to get the monster of a cake Tilly had made (she had elected not to go to Glasgow as she still had a lot to do and very little time to do it in) to the country house. Skye spent one day in hair and makeup trials with Tilly and Simmons. Skye also dragged Simmons to the high street to find some clothes for her honeymoon.