Agents Of SHIELD Imagines

Grant Ward (part 1)

"Phil? Extraction team ready for deployment." I said thought my ear piece.

"Great Agent _____, I'll keep you posted." He said.

I'm surprised he's kept the formalities. Normally he calls me by my first name, unlike anyone else. Apart from Skye. Everyone else does. Even May.

- - - -

"Agent _____, we are need extraction now!" Phil panted down the speaker.

"Is anyone hurt?" I asked, giving the go ahead signal.

"Ward." He said.

"I'm coming too." I said, sitting on the jet.

"No!" Ward groaned.

"We've just took off you don't have a choice." I said, a smile growing on my lips.

"You can stay on the jet." He said.

I smiled.

"Phil, what's the go ahead?" I asked.

"Land the jet 5 metres out and send in half of your team. Have the medical officer wait on board to treat Ward." He said.

"I am the medical officer... And the tact team..." I said.

"Great." Ward groaned.

"Ward quit complaining." May said.

"How bad is he hit." I asked.

"Not that bad." Ward said.

"Grant." I warned.

"Pretty bad, he could bleed out." May said.

"Right... If its a bullet wound is it straight through?" I asked.

"Both are yes." May said.

"Keep pressure on the front and exit..." I started.

"Five minutes out." The pilot said.

"Maybe get him to lie down on the back press. Then get him to hold the press down on the front. So someone can take down anyone coming there way. Give me five minutes." I instructed.

"Give Simmons the heads up." Coulson said.

"Okay, out." I said.

- - - -

As I knelt down to assess Grant's wounds I heard heavy footsteps approaching.

"Please tell me that's Phil." I said just as the searing pain went through my shoulder.

"Phil!" Grant shouted through the ear piece.

"We're ready to go." Phil said.

"Almost..." I pressed hard on Grant's wound causing him to groan as I taped them.

"I told you to apply pressure you wimp" I joked, wincing at my laughter.

"Your hit pretty bad." He said, lifting my leather jacket.

"I'm good, just a flesh wound. You need help getting up?" I smiled.

"No, I'm good." He groaned, sitting up.

I held out my good arm for him to grasp and hoist himself up.

- - - -

Back at base Jemma wheeled Ward into the medical room while Leo sat me on a desk to try and remove the bullet still in my shoulder.

"Is G- Ward alright?" I asked.

"He's fine, I didn't need to do muc-" she started.

"Jemma we need to get this operated on... Its too close to her artery." Leo said.

"Its fine, can you not just take it out?" I asked.

"No, get Ward into his room. Clear the bed." Jemma instructed.

"What's happening?" Ward asked, standing, his stomach heavily bandaged.

"Its too close to a artery." Jemma said, ushering him out.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked.

"Fine, you need rest." I said.

He gave a weak smile before brushing his lips against mine. Leo had to drag him out.

- - - -

I woke up to a bright light above my head.

"Can someone turn the light off?" I asked.

There was no reply.

No movement.

No sound.

I sat up ignoring the pain in my shoulder.

"Hello? Jemma? Leo?" I called out.

There was a small beeping sound next to me.

It was a heart monitor, the pulse was decreasing.

I followed the wires and they were attached to me.

I looked to my aching shoulder and gasped.

I was bleeding out. The bullet lay in the pallet next to me.

My artery must have been hit.

My heart rate was dropping.

34...

I gulped.

26...

"Ward?! Phil?!" I cried out.

15...

"Grant?!" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.

9...

I was too weak to sit up and fell onto my back.

5...

My vision was blurring. Someone stepped into my decreasing line of sight.

"Ward?" I whispered, just as my vision went black.

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