Through Time and Space

Chapter 17

Ward jolted awake and found that he was back in his bed. How did he get there? The last thing he remembered was being shot in the shoulder, though it wasn't deep. The bullet had only grazed him, yet it was enough to knock him unconscious.

"Hey," said a voice next to him.

"Skye?"

She smiled at him, "yeah, it's me."

"What happened?" he asked as he opened his eyes slowly, trying to adjust his eyes to the light.

"When you and Coulson were in the warehouse, the comms went dead and May and I went in right after you, but everyone was gone. They moved you to a new place where they tortured you both. You have broken ribs, were shot in the feet, needles were jammed up your fingernails, you were cut along the neck, and were whipped multiple times. Simmons said you lost 25% of your blood. We got you back and you had an operation. You nearly died on the operation table, Grant. You. Almost. Died," she annunciation every word. "Don't ever do that to me again."

He smiled at her, "how's Coulson?"

"Not nearly as bad as you. He was tased a few times, whipped as well, and has a huge cut along his face, but the nurses were able to flush out whatever drug was in his system. He'll be by to visit soon, but you are on bed rest for the next week."

He groaned, "I hate bed rest."

"That's because you don't know how to relax. Maybe I'll bring in a movie player and I'll show you movies that you've been missing out on. Maybe we'll watch The Lion King," she said with a smirk.

He laughed at that but then scrunched his face in pain, "don't make me laugh."

"I'm making no promises. I'll be back soon, but Jemma really wants to talk to you."

"Ok, send her in, and Skye?" He said just as she reached the door, "thanks for coming to get us, rookie."

She smirked, "all part of the job," she nodded before leaving the room and sending Jemma in.

"Grant!" said Simmons as she rushed into his room, "you said you wouldn't die out there! I would slap you right now if you weren't already injured," she glared at him.

"Jemma, I'm alive look. See? Not dead," he held his hands in surrender and smiled at his sister.

"Yes, but you nearly died while in surgery, don't ever do that to me again! Skye and I were wrecks when we thought you were dead," she scolded him. Then she sighed, "thankfully you weren't, but I don't know what we would've done if you hadn't made it."

"You won't have to worry about that," he reassured her. "I'm a survivor, I'll do whatever it takes to come back to you."

"Good," she smiled as she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.