Philinda Stuff

The wound

May just landed the plane on her side where glass had been just an hour ago stung. She laid against the  cockpit seat that she sat in, her body shaking. She shut her eyes and tried to even out her breaths that were coming so quickly. Her hand rested on her open wound, she could feel her blood seeping through her fingers.

"Melinda?" May felt a hand touch her shoulder and she opened her eyes to see the worried face of Phil Coulson. May relaxed on the back of the chair.

"Mhm.." May replied. Coulson sat down to her level.

"Simmons went to get a stretcher for you." He was trying to make small talk. He needed to hear her voice. May nodded and winced at the pain coming from her side. "You wanna tell me how you got a five inch piece of glass in your side."

May looked up at Coulson, she knew what he was doing but at this point she didn't care. She let out a sigh and responded,

"I was defending the plane when Gera walked in." Coulson nodded and allowed her to go on. "He used his annoying telekinesis to send the plain into a vertical dive... everyone went flying through the air, Simmons hit the top of the plane and I went flying through the windo-'' Mays voice strained at the end her face scrunched up and her hand clutched even tighter to her side. Coulson picked up May's hand and examined her wound.

"Dang it Simmons, hurry up" He thought putting her hand back down. Next thing they knew there were footsteps coming down the hallway with three S.H.I.E.L.D agents following Simmons with a stretcher.

"That Simmons?" May muttered.

"It is" Coulson said rubbing her shoulder.

"Good" May mumbled.

"Stop here," Simmons said pointing at a spot about three feet away from where they were sitting. Simmons walked over to May and Coulson and squatted down so that May and Simmons were at the same level. "We are going to transport you now Agent May is that alright?" May just simply nodded and Simmons motioned on of the other agents to grab May. But Coulson put his hand up in rejection of the other agent.

"Let me," Coulson said, grabbing Mays legs and then supporting her back with the other arm. May let out a small little groan while he carried her and set her carefully on the stretcher. May shut her eyes once she felt the warm blanket droop over her. They started moving her out of the plane. May felt eyes pour over her, people started whispering and murmuring but she didn't care.

She was over all of it. Coulson watched May in the stretcher, her eyes closed, she looked almost peaceful but pain rested on her face more than peace did. He followed at the feet of Simmons and they made a turn into the lab then the stretcher stopped. Mays' eyes drooped open at the almost blinding lights of the lab.

"May I know you're in pain but I need you to take off your clothes and put them in here." May nodded and Coulson helped her out of the stretcher Simmons handed her a hospital gown and May frowned at it.

"I'm not wearing that," May said, her arm around Coulson's neck and his around her waist.

"Yes you are." Simmons said in a tone many people were to scared to talk to May in.

"Like hell I am" May said, staring at Simmons.

"Melinda..." Coulson said in a warning tone. May gave him a glare that would have killed him if it could. May snached the gown and went in to change. May did her best to take her clothes off with a little help from Simmons as she climbed into bed. Coulson sat next to her on the end of the bed, his hand riding up and down her knee to her ankle.

Simmons hooked May up to the monitor. Then grabbed her an IV and turned on the dripp.

  "I need to check out the wound May," Simmons said walking over to May's bedside, "from what i've seen your side is still tender... would you like some pain medication?"