A Miracle Starts With a Beat of a Heart

Chapter 3

Trigger Warning: This chapter has some non-con elements, but nothing graphic. Just certain topics being discussed. Also talks briefly about the topic of abortion.

Daisy's mind was fuzzy as she was slowly being brought back to consciousness. Every part of her body felt really tingly as her senses were starting to come back as well. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel the light blanket that was placed on her torso down to her feet.

She tried to open her eyes, but the harsh light of the room caused her eyes to snap shut. As she began to wake up even more, it was then that she noticed something cool and soft blowing on her face. It felt nice, and it sort of helped her stay relaxed as the memory of what happened prior to passing out was coming to mind. Slowly, she opened her eyes again to find an oxygen mask placed on her face. Was something so wrong with her that she needed an oxygen mask?

Daisy began to move her arm when she noticed the IV placed in her hand. She figured Simmons must be giving her some sort of medication. Whatever it was, she didn't know what it was, and even though she still doesn't really trust everyone after the incident, she trusted Simmons enough to use whatever medications she deemed necessary since she seemed to really care and worry about her at the moment.

She heard footsteps coming to the medbay. She was a little on edge, not knowing who was coming, but she relaxed upon seeing Jemma. Jemma let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness you're awake."

Jemma helped Daisy take the oxygen mask off, seeing as she seemed to be breathing a lot better than earlier. "So what have you been giving me?"

"Just something to help with the nausea," Jemma answered. "Does it seem to be working? I wasn't sure just how much I wanted to give you."

Daisy nodded. "I might still feel a little lightheaded, but that's probably just because I'm just waking up. Other than that, I don't really feel dizzy or anything."

"Well, that's good," Jemma said. "I had to regulate how much of that particular medication I was giving you since I had to work with your elevated blood pressure and your severely low iron levels as well."

"Low iron levels? Really?" Daisy questioned as she sat up on the gurney. She never had issues with an iron deficiency previously, and she hadn't really done anything different than before. "And high blood pressure? I honestly didn't think I would have a problem with that until I at least reached my forties."

"Well," Jemma began, not exactly sure how she wanted to go about this. She knew Daisy hadn't exactly been in the best headspace recently, and she wanted to make sure the news was broken to Daisy the right way. "Those are definitely factors into the overall, um... predicament you are in at the moment."

"Predicament?" Daisy saw the way Jemma was looking at her. She could tell that the scientist was hiding something from her, but she could also see that Jemma was pretty hesitant to tell her what was going on. "Jemma, what's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you necessarily..." Jemma continued to drag.

"Then what is it?"

"Um." Jemma fiddled with her hands. She didn't want to have this conversation, but she knew it had to be done. "Do you remember that conversation we had in the bathroom stall almost a week ago?" Daisy nodded as she thought about that day. "Do you remember what my first guess for a diagnosis based on your symptoms was?"

"Yeah, you thought I might be pregnant, but we obviously know that it isn't the case..." Daisy stopped talking when she noticed Jemma's face. Her eyes weren't looking directly at her. That was enough confirmation for Daisy to know what was going on in the scientist's head. "Wait, Jemma, you're not saying..."