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When Simmons sees Fitz’s unconscious body she cries--huge shaking sobs. She shrugs off Skye’s hand and the accompanying litany of “he’ll be ok. I promise we’ll fix this. You fixed me, right?” She’s not sad or scared or worried. Surely she will be later, but now she is angry, no space for anything else.
She doesn’t love him, not like that. But how dare he, how dare he even imply that he means less to her because of it. She is so angry, and there is nothing she can do but let the rage seep out in her tears.