FitzSimmons // biology

Jemma Simmons sat nervously on the edge of the toilet seat, her whole body shaking as she held a little stick in her hand. She'd never felt so nervous, even being swept off your feet and falling through the clouds to your death wasn't as painful as this.
Her phone vibrated as she quickly opened her eyes, hiding the stick out of sight whilst turning her alarm off. Jemma felt her palms sweating, so much so that the stick slipped from her hands, leaving her desperately trying to catch it.

It only thudded quietly on the ground, her long awaited answer facing into the floor. She couldn't take this any longer. So she wiped the sweat off her hands onto her black skinny jeans and leant down to pick the stick up and turned it over...