Skye's the Limit |Book 1 In 'Skye Adventures' Series|

Chapter 32: Awake

I'm horrible and impatient... So Skye's awake nowww...

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And the blackness disappears, replaced with blinding white light.

"Sir! Skye is awake!" I hear a familiar voice squeal, obvious delighted. "I repeat SHE IS AWAKE!"

I close my eyes, happy to be awake, but confused.

"Hey. Hey sweetie." I hear a soft voice say.

I feel my lips turn up into a smile.

Coulson.

"Oh my God." I hear a familiar Scottish accent squeak.

I pry my eyes open, trying to remember my team's faces, trying to remember who I am to them.

I blink rapidly as the light glares into my eyes.

But the faces above me are unmistakably happy.

"How are you?"

I look for the speaker.

Ward.

I open my mouth, about to say "ok", but then I realize I would be lying.

My head throbs, my mouth is dry, I feel disgusting, my stomach is aching just a bit, and my muscles are sore.

"I feel like hell."

Everyone chuckles.

"That's the Skye we know."

I watch as Coulson sits on the edge of my bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Do you remember anything?"

I want to tell him no. But I know I'm not going to.

"I-I remember kissin-kissing Fitz on the cheek on the train." I mumble, smiling as Simmons and Fitz look at each other taken aback. "And... And."

It comes in flashes.

"If I wanted you to hurt her... You know KILL her... Would you?" Ian asks, pointing his gun at me, but his eyes not leaving Mike.

"This aren't my orders."

Coulson takes my hand, I shake my head trying to push the memories away.

"Wait. Wait. Wait!" I call to Mike.

I turn to Ian Quinn, stalking towards him.

"What the hell did you do to him?"

BANG!

Coulson studies me. "You're safe."

I fall straight into Ian Quinn, and he holds me tight.

BANG!

My body is on fire, I choke, blood coming from my mouth.

Ian lays me on the floor.

"I'm sorry. I had my orders to."

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Slowly I started to recover.

It had been 4 days since I woke up, and I was bored to death.

Simmons told me I could have my laptop tomorrow if I 'behaved'.

By behaved, she meant not trying to escape from the bed I was confined to. But you can't blame me, I'm not used to be limited.

Cuz' you know... When it comes to me the sky is the limit.

"Hey."

I look up to see May walk in.

I know, I know... MAY, visiting me.

But ever since the INCIDENT happened, she apparently had been a lot more caring towards me.

I don't know what to think about that.

"I'm just dropping this book Fitz said you would like off." May tells me, handing me a thick hardback.

I smile as I see the cover.

"The Complete Guide to the Tardis." I say outloud, glancing up at May. "Tell Fitz thanks, but this still won't help me hack the Tardis."

May gives me a small smile and stalks out of the room.

I put the book on the table next to me, sighing as I do.

"How is Skye?"

It's Ward.

"Skye is annoyed that her doctor won't let her up." I sigh, leaning back and closing my eyes.

"Awww, but I think Skye can endure it. She needs some time to-ahh-recover." Ward teases, leaning against the door frame.

"As soon as I'm-ahhh-recovered," I say mocking him, "I want to get right back into training."

"We'll ease you into it."

"No." I snap, opening an eye to look at him. "I'm done getting hurt. I'm done not being able to defend myself."

Ward shakes his head and sighs.

"It's not that simple." He murmurs.

"Hey." Coulson says walking in.

"Uhhhggg." I complain. "Why all the visitors?!"

Coulson looks disappointed but still walks over to my bed.

"I just wanted to let you know that of today, Ian Quinn is officially a criminal, and is going to be in the fridge for a veerrrryyy long time."

I think he expected me to jump up and down in joy, or clap my hands, or atleast smile or laugh.

But I don't.

"I don't care if he is now officially a criminal, or that he is in the fridge." I snap, not being to help my tone. "I..." I trail off. I take a deep breath and just say it; "I want him dead."

Ward glances at Coulson, and with a slight nod of his head, Coulson dismisses him.

"He didn't have to leave!" I protest mildly, not really minding.

Coulson turns to me, taking both of my hands, one of them still hooked to an IV machine.

"Look," He starts, "I understand perfectly you want Ian Quinn dead."

I nod.

"I'll personally put a bullet in his head.... BUT," Coulson says, making me sigh, "Let him serve out his time, rotting in jail. Let him be driven insane in isolation. What kind of vengeance are you getting if it's a quick death?"

"What if the fridge is attacked, what if he escapes?"

Coulson chuckles at the idea.

"NOBODY can take down the fridge... Unless..."

I swallow hard, starting to panic.

"Unless what?"

"Unless it's an inside job." He says quickly. "But that would NEVER happen."

Coulson stands up and ruffles my hair before walking out, passing Simmons in the hall, who then comes in.

And she has a syringe.

"I don't need more blood to be drawn." I complain, crossing my arms. "I'M FINE."

"Doesn't hurt to make sure that everything is fine." Simmons says quickly.

She's lying about something. I can tell by that damn tone.

I sigh.

But what about?

Edited: 5/21/2020