heyo songbird can you sing me an agents of shield tune?
Running Up That Hill
And if I only could- make a deal with God- and get him to swap our places...
Jemma should have changed the song but she was half asleep, body slouched in the chair besides Fitz’ hospital bed. And anyway, that would have required a certain amount of will, energy that she just didn’t have at the moment.
So she heard the song through a single earbud, buried beneath the beeps and whirs of the machines around her.
It was day three. She didn’t know that it would last six more days. She didn’t know about the pain and anger and distance that would follow. What Jemma did know was that she would make any possible deal with God to swap places with Fitz.
Because it should be her in that hospital bed. He had been stupid, so stupid. Did he think he had to prove himself? Like he needed to sacrifice his life for her to see him as a hero. Like he needed to die to show her his love.
Jemma was crying again, silently this time. She hadn’t really stopped crying those last three days. Because of course she loved him. It was confusing, all so confusing, but she still knew that he was hers. Her Fitz.
She was too tired, physically exhausted really. So she turned off the music and ever so carefully climbed into his bed, her head gently against his shoulder. She fell asleep like that, body against body, Fitzsimmons, a single unit. At least they could be in the same place for a little while.