Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 12

My head pounds like a drum. My heart beats in my ears. I groan loudly and pull the duvet over my head, trying to block out the deafening sounds that seep into my brain.

"Yes, I know. She's still asleep, Ward." I hear Zeke argue.

Throwing off the duvet, I place my bare feet on the wooden floor. Standing up, I stumble slightly causing the pain to spark through my body. Walking to the bedroom door, I slowly make my way down the stairs, carefully taking each step. Reaching the living room, Zeke is sat on the sofa talking to Ward. Since when are they friends?

"You were talking about me?" I ask.

They both turn to see me. The both smile. I shake my head at them.

"Don't smile at me." I grumble.

"How are you doing?" Zeke questions.

"Fine. I just have a massive hangover."

"Ward bought Captain's laptop around. He got it before anyone else could." Zeke announces.

"Great." I mutter.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Zeke quizzes, narrowing his eyes in question.

"I don't know. I just feel dizzy."

My head spins and I instantly clutch the wall. Zeke races to my side, skidding to a stop by grabbing the wall. He places one hand on my back and the other by my hand on the wall.

"What's wrong?" He whispers.

"If I knew, I would do something." I argue.

"Show me your wrist." he demands.

I twist my hand to show him my wrist watch, the monitor shows my heart rate and blood pressure.

"Your blood sugar is extremely low." Zeke points out. "Ward, grab a bar of chocolate and anything with sugar."

Zeke slips both his arms around my waist and pulls me to sit on the floor. I sit just in front of him, in between his legs. My head droops to the side as Zeke straightens out my legs like his.

"Stay awake, Skye, you just need some sugar."

Ward rushes over, handing Zeke a bar of chocolate. He breaks off a piece and places it on my tongue. It dissolves in my mouth and slips down my throat. Zeke tries to give me another piece, but I wrap my hand around his wrist and push him away.

"Please, Skye, another piece." Zeke begs.

I open my mouth and he gives me another piece of chocolate.

"Has this happened before?" Ward asks.

"No. But my mum had diabetes so I sort of understand a bit."

"So does Skye have diabetes?"

"No. I don't know what this is." Zeke admits.

Leaning my head on his chest, Zeke wraps his arms around me tighter. I feel his hand brush my cheek.

"I love you Zeke." I whisper.

"I love you too, Skye."

*

Zeke places a wet flannel on my forehead and I pull it off. He sighs in annoyance as I throw it at him and curl into a ball in the duvet.

"She's fine now, Ward, thank you for your help." Zeke says.

"Wait. Ward." I shout.

Sitting up, I slip my hand into the top bedside drawer and pull out his ID badge. Zeke glances at me with concern.

"I borrowed it, i couldn't get into S.H.I.E.L.D. I hope I didn't cause any inconvenience." I lie.

Ward sighs, taking the card from me. I know he won't lecture me but he would with Zeke.

"It's okay, I understand Skye." he mumbles and walks out.

"You just lied to him." Zeke whispers.

"Yeah, well, I saved your ass, don't forget that." I say.

Laying back down, I rest my head on the pillow and pull the duvet up to my chin.

"What happened to you earlier, have you ever had that before?" Zeke questions.

"Only when I've been drinking and haven't eaten." I admit.

"Skye, you should have said, I would have got you something to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. Can you shut the door on your way out please?"

Zeke grumbles something under his breath and I hear the bedroom door slam as he marches out.

*

I gasp, sitting bolt upright and running my hands through my hair. The plane journey. Captain shouting out my name. Standing up, I pull on a oversized jumper.

Walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs, I brush my fingers on the smooth wall as I go. Stepping down the stairs, I run my hands down the rails. Reaching the end, I stroll down the corridor and stop abruptly. I hold back a gasp.

Zeke is stood in the living room, his hands on the back of his head. A man dressed in black stands in front of him, holding a knife to his throat. I slip my hand into the back of my jeans and curl my fingers around the gun.

Zeke's eyes meet mine. The fear explodes like fireworks. Tears swim in his eyes.