~Fitz's POV~
Jemma walked through the door. So thin, so weak, so helpless but most heartbreaking of all so broken.
"Jemma..." I cried, tears running down my face. I walked towards her and gave her a hug. She gasped in pain grabbing her hip.
"Jemma..." I said letting go. There was nothing I could do. I felt so bad for her. Tears escaped through her hazel eyes.
"Mummy?" Called Harper and Ezra from upstairs.
~Jemma's POV~
I ran to the kitchen sink, I didn't want my kids to see me like this. I was a mess. I washed away the blood on my face and wiped away my tears. I put on a Cardigan, so they couldn't see my arms.
"Mummy! You're home!" Harper screamed running down stairs along with Ezra.
"Hey kids." I said bending down to greet them. They hugged me tight and it hurt like hell. Fitz could see the pain on my face, and I could see the pain on his. He hated me like this. And I hated doing this to him. He broke off the hug.
"Come on kids bedtime." He said picking up Harper and tickling her. I took Ezra's hand and walked him upstairs. Every step I took was torture. I tucked him into bed kissing his forehead.
"Mummy, you look different." Ezra said. I smiled. I kissed Harper's forehead and shut the door quietly behind me.
