FITZ POV:
I sit down looking at her pale face exposing all her little freckles. An IV in her left arm. My hand locking between her loose fragile fingers.
Just has I'm about to speak there's a knock at my door.
It's Skye. "Hey, how's Jemma holding up today?"
"Better than the day before. It's been a week and there's still no sign of her waking up anytime soon." I say has I rub Jemma's forehead lightly with my casted hand.
"That's good." Skye says walking over to the end of Simmons bed rubbing rubbing her feet. "Her getting better and all."
"Yea," I say. "Just before the whole incident I never thought that our own friend would betray us like that."
"Yea," Skye says. "Well let's just keep positive thoughts in mind I'm sure that's what Jemma would want us to do any ways. Right?"
"Right." I stop rubbing her head and take her hand in to both of mine.
"I remember when Quinn shot me and even though I wasn't really present I just new that Simmons was the one doctor that actually held on to hope and when I woke up. You and her were right there next to me. Jemma rubbing my forehead lightly." She says rubbing her head as Simmons did for her.
"Thank you for coming for her." I say.
"Yeah, anytime. Well I was just coming to check up on you two. So I'm gonna go back on The Bus and call her Dad. I think it's about time they know what happened to Jemma and why she hasn't been in touch lately." Skye says walking out the door.
"Skye, let me call them. You haven't met them yet and I think the news that their only daughter has been comatose for a week."
"Okay whenever your ready. Here's Jemma's phone." Skye says reaching into her back pocket and handed me Simmons' phone. Then walking out of the room.
I stand up placing her arm on gently on the bed and step outside of her room and look though the window at her.
I slide her phone to unlock it realizing it has a passcode lock. I try every combination until I look down at the keypad and spell out F-I-T-Z in numbers. I smile has the phone unlocks. I go to phone and find "Mum and Dad" I take a deep breath has the phone rings.
"Thank god your alive Jemma. We haven't heard from you since S.H.I.E.L.D. fell." It's her father. Thank god it's her father and not her mother.
"Hi. Mr. Simmons. It's-" I say before I get cut off by Mr. Simmons.
"Ah Leopold my dear boy. How are you? And why are you calling us from Jemma's phone?"
"I'm holding up." I say taking a deep breath knowing that the next thing I say will crush Jemma's father.
"Leo, are you still there. Is Jemma okay?"
I swallow not realizing that it's been ten seconds since I last spoke. "No, Jemma was in an accident." I say hearing the man tearing up on the other end of the line.
"Wha-what happened."
"Agent Ward who I'm supposing that Sim-Jemma spoke highly of. He did jump out of a plane and saved her life. But he turned out to be Hydra and placed her and I in a medical pod and dropped us in the ocean." I stop taking a deep breath. "She hit her head on the way down and fell unconscious. When she woke we were 90ft bellow sea level and we figured away out of the med-pod but there was only one breath and there was two of us. She told me to take the breath but I didn't want to knowing the side effects but she wouldn't back down. So I took the breath and I brought her up to sea level. She was without oxygen in her brain for awhile but she's in a coma. She's been in this coma for a week and I thought I should let you know. I'm sorry it's all my fault. I should have had her take the breath." I was now full fledged crying.
"Leopold. It's not your fault. We'll take the next flight to New York." Mr. Simmons says.
"Thank you."
"Oh Leopold. Tell the doctor to check her spine. She had scoliosis when she was young."
"I will. She told me about that at the Academy."
"Alright see you soon."
"Me as well."
36 Hours Later
"Leopold." Mr. Simmons says behind me.
"Oh Mr and Mrs Simmons. How was the flight."
"Alright." Mrs. Simmons says. "Just a little shaken worried about Jem."
"Jemma is the strongest person I know." I say with a smile. "I suppose you want to see her?"
"Yes of course."
I lead the way from the waiting room to Jemma's room.
"Pretty soon we'll move her back on our plane that we've been living on for the past six months." I say. "Anyway, Jemma is in here.
I open the door and the Simmons' go in. Scared to see there daughter in a horrific state. "I'll let yo have sometime with Jemma." I say leaving the room.
