It runs in the Family

Aftermath

***

"The hyperbaric chamber is the only thing that is keeping her alive," Simmons spoke quietly, "when we touch down, we'll have to be quick in getting her into surgery."

Y/N hissed as Ward pulled the bullet out of her leg, holding onto his shoulder for support.

"If you'll excuse me," Simmons sniffed, "I'll go grab some dressings for Y/N's wounds."

"She shouldn't have been in there alone." Y/N sniffed, as she stared at the ground, "she doesn't deserve this."

"You couldn't have done anything."  Ward mumbled, "it's not your fault."

Y/N watched as Ward turned his head slightly to Coulson, staring at the man who was hovering over Skye's lifeless body. She raised her arm, turning his head back, grazing his cheek, "it's not his fault either, Grant."

Ward nodded hesitantly, now looking at her shoulder, "now what was used to make this wound."

"A stiletto of all things." Y/N chuckled dryly, "now I'm missing one to the matching pair."

"I'm just glad you're okay." Ward spoke, a crack in his voice.

"Me too." Coulson chimed in, walking over to put a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry about all of this Y/N, I didn't expect the mission to go this way."

Y/N shook your head, "no, I'm fine. You couldn't have known. My injuries are the least of our worries. All I care about is Skye being okay."

"It's my fault." Coulson choked, keeping eye contact.

"It's Ian Quinn's faul." Y/N reassured, her fists tightening in anger, "next time I see him I-"

Ward grabbed Y/N's hand, making sure to be gentle of her dressed wounds, "you need to think about getting better."

Y/N got up abruptly letting go of both of their grasps, "I'm going to go take a walk."

Y/N walked out of the room swiftly, making her way up the stairs. Rushing into a secluded hallway, she leaned against it, catching her breath. Bringing her shaky hands to her face, she covered her eyes, as she quietly sobbed in her hands. Looking up, pushing it all back down, a thought came to her head. Wiping her tears, she sniffed slowly making her way to the holding room. Opening the door, she met the face she despised.

"Aren't you a sight for so-" Quinn tried to speak before Y/N slammed his face into the table.

Throwing him on the ground roughly, Y/N hovered over him, striking him in the face hard. And then again, again, and again. She kept hitting him until Ward pulled her back and away from the man.

"Y/N!" Coulson yelled from beside her, "we need him alive."

"He deserves to die." Y/N gritted, "not her!"

"He will get his justice." Coulson assured, "but right now, you need to sit down." He continued sternly, "in the past five minutes you've managed to open all of your wounds."

Y/N looked to where he was looking, to see the blood soaking through her fresh clothes. She didn't want to stand down, "But-"

"Go and get those wounds taken care of." Coulson said firmly, "that's an order."

Y/N looked at him, frustration riddling her bones, "Yes, sir."

***

The team all sat in the waiting room, impatiently waiting for the update on Skye's life. It had been hours, waiting and waiting as the doctors worked to save her life.