Blood On Her Hands (A Philinda Story Part II)

Chapter 3

(Philip J. Coulson)
Coulson was half asleep. He was asleep, but somewhat aware of what was happening around him. The groan of May's voice and her moving easily woke him up. Coulson breathed in a sharp breath as he awoke. Everything was dark and he could barley see his own hand in front of him. May had turned herself to face away from Coulson in her sleep. He smirked a little and flopped his head back down on the pillow to sleep. His fingers were still laced with hers. He tried to sleep again, and almost succeeded after ten minutes, but May had begun stirring again. Coulson's eyes opened slowly and he groaned tiredly.

"Melinda.." He complained. Her grip on his hand had gotten tighter. He sighed and fumbled to find the switch to the lamp that sat on the nightstand next to him. When he finally gripped the string he pulled it down lightly. With a loud click, an instant burst of light  followed which burned his retinas. Coulson flinched away from the bright light as his eyes adjusted and turned to May. She was curled up like always but her eyebrows were scrunched up and she was sweating. Coulson's heart dropped. She was having a nightmare. May allowed a slight whimper to escape her lips as she turned her head away from Coulson. He shook her for a moment.

"May.. wake up," He murmured urgently. Nothing, she just laid there limply.

"Melinda!" He said a bit louder. He shook her more violently. May's eyes shot opened and she let out a tiny gasp as she shot up. Her eyes were full of terror and she didn't seem to know where she was. That happened a lot with May. She looked around urgently and Coulson kept a firm grip on her arm.

"Melinda." He murmured gently. May looked over to him, for a moment, as if she didn't recognize him. After a moment her eyes slowly relaxed and she got ahold of her breathing. Coulson's eyes were filled with worry.

"Sorry.." she murmured. Coulson just shook his head and pulled her close. He wrapped his arms tightly around her trying to comfort her. May sat there in his arms, not bothering to wrap her own arms around him.

"Nightmare?" He asked. May nodded slightly. She never really talked after those. He sighed slightly. She hadn't had one in months. Coulson pulled her in a bit closer and tightened his grip on May. Who was trying not to shake in his grasp. She let out a shaky sigh and laid there.

"I know you're not gonna be able to sleep.." Coulson began gently.

"But you need to tell me what this one was about.." He ordered. May didn't do anything she just sat there silently. Coulson looked down at her. Had she fallen asleep again? Surely not..

"It doesn't really matter." May started. Coulson quickly butted in.

"Of course it does..." Coulson told her. He lifted up her chin using the middle joint of his index  finger, just so she would look at him. Her eyes sparkled with tears she was trying so hard to hold back. It made Coulson feel helpless. Nothing he was doing was helping so he sighed.

"Just.. promise me you'll tell me?" He asked. May gave him a tiny grin before leaning back down onto his chest. She rested her warm hands on his pecs and planted a kiss on the side of his neck which made Coulson shiver a bit.

"Thank you." She murmured. Coulson buried his head into her shoulder and stroked her black hair.

"Anything for you." He smirked.
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(Daisy Johnson) About three hours after.
Daisy pulled up her sweatshirt's sleeves and dunked the sponge back into the bucket. Sweat dripped down her face and she brushed it off. She flopped the soapy sponge on the roof of the S.H.I.E.L.D. car. Daisy growled in an annoyed way and whipped her head around to find Mack leaning on the zephyr's opening. He was smiling from ear to ear.