Philinda Stuff

Together we will make it

Y'all- I literally got so angry yesterday I punched the wall...

BAHAH-

Just letting y'all no for literally no reason, just don't do it-
It hurts 😂

In other news I got my COVID vaccine! My arm hurts like hell but hey it's all worth it ig.

Anyways so ummm if you got any mental health issues I suggest you not read this...

————————
  Coulson was working on some files when May stormed into the room slamming the door behind her. Coulson looked up from his desk and cocked an eyebrow.

  "By all means come on in..." he muttered under his breath.

  "Really Coulson! You've been gone for weeks, weeks! And that's all you have to say!" Coulson sighed and shut the file he was working on.

  "Look I understand your frustrated-"

  "No Phil. I'm pissed, I'm livid! I told you specifically to check up with me every few days!" Anger boiled Coulson's skin and he stood up. He didn't believe that May had any right to be yelling at him.

  "Well I dont take orders from you!" Coulson half yelled as he got up from his seat and walked in front of his desk.

  "Oh grow up Phil! Stop thinking about this professionally! You are the one who woke me up at 1 in the morning to show me your wall-"

  "So you would have preferred I didn't tell you?"

  "Stop putting words in my mouth!" She ordered. "I'm saying what was the point in telling me if you didn't want my help!"

  "I never said I didn't want your help!"

  "Then why aren't you taking it?!" Coulson opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. May waited another moment. "Look this is just as stressful for me as it is for you! But you don't see that! You don't see how-"

  "No it's not..." Coulson muttered while he crossed his arms and leaned back on his desk.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Dont. You. Dare. Say it's stressful for you. You don't know what it's like! You've never been able to stop carving into something! You've never cut into something and couldn't ever stop!" May shook her head slightly.

  "That's not true..." she muttered pulling up her sleeves. She thrusted her arm in front of him to reveal thin scars running down her arm. Some looked fresh, some looked like they were made years ago. "Believe it or not I do know what's thats like! And see this," May pulled down the top of her shirt to reveal her shoulder and a big X that had been carved into her skin. "Yeah, that's from stressing over you."

May pulled her sleeve down and fixed up her shirt. Coulson didn't show any reaction but he was feeling way to much.

Stress
Fear
Shock
Anxiety
Panic
Love
Anger

  Coulson shook his head and he said the first thing that came to his mind.

  "Then leave..." Mays eyebrows scrunched together and she slowly lowered her arm to her side. Coulson almost threw a hand up over his mouth over what he just said, but he kept himself contained and held his ground.

  "What?"

  "Leave. Now. If I'm causing you so much stress" - Coulson quoted the word with two fingers from each hand- "then leave, don't come back..." May exhaled a shaky breath and swallowed. "Is that going to be a problem agent May?" May blinked away tears and after a moment she shook her head no. Coulson nodded. "Good... now get out of my office, I want you gone by morning."