All of Me - Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D

Chapter Twenty Seven

“Stop, rewind, slow down and repeat?” Skye voiced as a hundred different question filled her mind. “How is what you're saying even possible?”

Phil knew that what he was saying sounded unbelievable and if someone had tried to tell him the same thing almost two years ago - he would call them crazy and give them a white jacket and padded cell, but Phil knew that there were advances in medicine that wasn’t made public yet - he was living proof of that.

“We don’t know,” Melinda expressed as she walked out of her partner’s bunk and towards them.

Skye attention was on the older woman that was walking towards her. Skye knew that it was odd that she hadn’t been feeling any pain from the older woman these last few days, but she had figured it was because of the strong pain pills Melinda was meant to be on - not because of some miracle ‘advanced healing’. “I’m not a doctor,” she pointed out. “Simmons is, she would be the best to figured out all of this?” she supplied, baffled.

“And she is trying to, but without Melinda’s medical file. She isn’t sure where to start,” Phil supplied. “Only you and Simmons know about Melinda’s condition. I need it to remain that way until we know what the hell we’re exactly dealing with.”

Melinda stopped a few feet from Skye. “And that’s why we need your help to find out how it’s happening. Simmons tried getting a copy of my Medical report but was told that it was above her clearance, only Director Fury and Deputy Director Hill have access to it. We need to know why.”

Skye attention flickered back and forth from the two senior agents. “Are you two asking me what I think you're asking me to do?” she inquired with determination. She would do anything for Melinda or Phil, they were the closest things she has had to parents in a really long time.

 

Lab

Leo was standing in front of the stainless steel table as he worked on his newest weapon. He and Jemma have plans to bring out a line of different weapons containing small amounts of dendrotoxin instead of lethal solutions. Leo prefered designing weapons that knocked people out instead of killing them - death is unnecessary when it can be avoided. He has always believed that. It was the reason that he and Jemma created the first night-night gun.

Jemma was sitting at her desk, her eyes fixed on the computer screen but her mind was elsewhere. She had spent most of the night tossing and turning, trying to figure out how Melinda May’s healing progression was possible. There was no scientific proof, but she had seen the scans with her own eyes and the older woman was almost healed.  Jemma hoped that the senior agents medical report gave an answer or indication of some new miracle drug that had recently been created but not patent yet. What other explanation could there be?

“You know, I think we might actually have the first line of prototypes ready for released by …” his words trailed off as he lifted his eyes from the weapon in front of him that he was tinkering with and fixed them on his best friend who was as still as a statue. Her eyes were focused on her computer screen, but Leo could tell that she was zoned out by her body language and the fact that her face held no emotion “Jem?” he voiced in a serious tone.

A moment passed with no response.

Leo was now concerned. He placed the mini screwdriver down and walked around the stainless steel table and towards the biochemist. “Jemma?” he asked in a louder tone, concern lacing it. Leo stopped beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her flinch.

Jemma was pulled from her thoughts as she felt a hand on her shoulder. “What?” she asked, startled, looking up into a pair of blue eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked, noticing the disquiet on her best friend’s face.