You find yourself in nurse's scrubs when your dimension skipper dumps you here. You're in an empty operating room, and there are obvious signs of a recent procedure. You're holding a clipboard with a medical report, scanning it, you find your needed information.
Stepping outside, you walk the hall until you find the room you're looking for. Leaning on the doorway, you take in the sight before you. Daisy Johnson is asleep in a chair, Phil Coulson at Melinda May's beside. "How is she?" you casually ask.
"No change." Phil sighs, his elbows on his knees as he rubs his face.
"Let me get you a cot, sir." You say, "Will your daughter be returning home or...." You pause.
"Daisy? Uh. I think she'll be staying." Coulson answers.
"No problem." You smile, leaving to raid a hospital closet and you fold down two cots, placing blankets and pillows on both. You set Coulson's cot as close as you legally can, and he wakes Daisy, guiding her to the more comfortable resting place before sinking down on his own.
"She might be able to hear you." You muss, routinely checking May's vitals. "Words of love are sometimes some of the best medicines you smile, watching Phil take Melinda's hand as you close the door behind you and you disappear.
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Philinda No Matter What
Hayran KurguYou are continuously zapped into universes and situations where you have the chance to get Coulson and May together. Of course you never step down from that challenge. (Reader centric)
