Gauze, gauze, she needed gauze... She tore open a packet with trembling hands, and looking down at them she felt sick to her stomach. Blood, Skye's blood soaking through her pale skin. She couldn't hold back any longer and her body shook with sobs, the gauze fell back into the drawer and she left it there. No, please, anything but this, anything but the desperation and pain she felt for the friend lying helpless in the chamber upstairs, anything but the gunshot wounds in Skye's stomach. All the pain she had ever felt came out as she cried and cried and cried.
And then she felt a hand on her shoulder, his hand, his warm and familiar touch. It was him, and so she turned around slowly for him to wrap his arms around her gently and let her cry into him. He was crying too, small tears running down his cheeks, and she could feel him shaking against her.
"Come, let's get you cleaned up." He said softly. She just nodded as she pulled away from him, wiping tears out of her eyes with the cleanest parts of her wrists.
He walked her over to the sink at the back of the storage room, steering her by her waist as her legs just didn't seem to want to move on their own. The room was slightly cold, to keep the equipment at manageable temperatures, so he pulled off his sweater and gently put it over her head, holding her hair out of the way. She smiled at him gratefully, at that at least made him feel warm enough without his extra layer of clothing.
Fitz ran the tap, warm water flowing over his hands. "Here, just put your hands here." She did as she was told and he started to gently massage the blood off her hands, red dripping down into the sink which made her feel slightly sick. Skye, going down the plughole. Skye.
"You really care about her, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.
"Of course. She's my best friend - second to you of course. I just want her to be okay."
"Need. You need her to be okay. I understand. I care too." He said, scraping some of the blood out from underneath her fingertips.
"We're both way out of our depth here." Simmons said quietly. "What if I can't save her, Fitz?"
He felt tears prickle behind his eyes at the hopelessness of her voice. "You can. Jemma, you can do anything."
"I wish I could, Fitz. But this is beyond my knowledge, two bullets to the abdomen and the amount of blood she lost... There's nothing I can do." Small tears ran down her cheeks again as he turned the tap off, drying her hands with gauze.
"You put her in the chamber. You got her to breathe. You can do this, Jemma. She's not lost yet." He said, and enveloped her in another hug. She leaned into him gratefully, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Shock, pain, numbness, they were powerless against the world. It was beating them down, but at least they had each other.
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