Fitzsimmons

Jemma's Journey: Part Seven

Jemma made her way into the dimly lit room, holding her breath unnecessarily. She couldn't help it; she was seeing Fitz for the first time since he had sacrificed himself for her. She tried to tell herself that it didn't matter that much; he was unconscious. He couldn't hear or see her, let alone talk to her, so she didn't need to worry so much about how she acted or what she said. She simply could not calm down.

She gently tip-toed over to his bed and knelt down at the side, not daring to pull over a chair in case she got caught. Her heart was racing now, nearly pounding out of her chest. She had never felt this way about seeing Fitz before. She let her eyes adjust to the dark of the room before leaning forward and brushing the hair out of his face.

It was painful to see him like this, so lifeless. Her Fitz, her childish, energetic Fitz, nearly dead on a hospital bed. Jemma blinked rapidly, stilling the tears welling up in her eyes. She was not going to cry in front of him.

Or maybe she was. She shed a few tears, wiping them on her sleeve. She had done so much crying over the past few days. She lay her face next to Fitz's and let each tear drop onto the clean sheets. Suddenly, she felt a deep breath from Fitz.

"Fitz?" she whispered. Could he be awakened? Oh gosh, he would wake up and the first thing he would see would be a crying mess Jemma. This was her initial thought that she quickly realized was vain. Her second thought was that she was going to see him. She was going to see Fitz, her best friend. And she suddenly became excited.

"Jemma." she heard him mumble. Oh my goodness, could he hear her?

"Fitz?" she asked in a frenzy. She brought her hand to the side of his face and brushed her thumb over his lips. His deep breathing stopped. Her medical training kicked in and she unintentionally flung herself into the hallway and screamed for help. Nurses rushed past and began to ask questions of her and examine Fitz.

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"I'm sorry, Miss Simmons," a nurse started. "Fitz is still unconscious, and, judging by his readings from the last twenty-four hours, he never was awake."

"But he was awake! He, he said my name and-"

"Miss Simmons, that is not scientifically possible. You know that." Simmons sighed. She did know that, but Fitz had talked to her. She heard him. Now it was three in the morning, and Jemma was being talked to like a kindergardener sent to the principle's office. She honestly didn't care about the rules or authority anymore. The only thing she cared about now was Fitz being better.

Skye entered the room in sweatpants and a t-shirt, obviously awoken from sleeping. She smiled tiredly at Jemma and gestured for her to come with. The two walked out and got into the van waiting for them.

"Coulson hasn't found out. Yet." Skye said once they got in the car. Jemma smiled. "So what happened in there?"

Jemma became stoic and turned to face Skye. "He talked to me." she said seriously.

Skye looked confused. "But the nurse said he didn't wake up-"

"He did. He talked to me." Jemma replied. Skye nodded doubtingly, then turned away. Soon she fell asleep.

Jemma looked out the tinted windows to see the night whirling around her, full of energy. She found herself wondering if the forest was home to any monkeys. Sure, this wasn't scientifically possible. But she had just witnessed the impossible.