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Ward trapped you, Simmons, and Fitz in the box. The three of you sunk down into the sea.
You watched as they tried to figure out a way for us to escape. You weren’t a scientist. You’re good at fighting and hacking.
Fitz and Simmons figured out how to get out of the box, but there was one problem. They could only make two oxygen sources. Fitz and Simmons were arguing on who should take the sources.
“You two can take the sources.” Fitz said firmly and handed you one of the sources.
Jemma shakes her head, “no Fitz I will not take it.” Tries to hand him one
They argue back and forth.
“Shut up!” You yelled and they stopped talking, “ I can’t swim. I shouldn’t have a source. It’d be a waste. I can’t hold my breath long enough to get out of here.” Hands Fitz the source. They both try to argue with you but you move to the door. “Take it now. I’m opening the door!” You hang close to the door switch.
They use the oxygen and both grab onto one of your arms and swim up.
*timeskip*
“She has damage to her temporal lobe” you heard someone say. You could also feel someone’s hand on top of yours. The room was quiet, but not peaceful. It was the type of quiet that sends you into flight or fight, but with your current position you could do neither. Your body was still very weak so you couldn’t open your eyes yet. You could hear the faint sounds of people talking quietly in a separate room.“Don’t worry Y/N you’ll be fine.” It was Fitz, he sounded as though he was talking more to himself. You could hear his foot nervously tapping on the floor.
You had been stuck in this room for weeks. Simmons and other people would come in and check on you every so often. Though the one person that checked on you daily was Leo Fitz. When you had more energy you could open your eyes and sit up. Fitz was so excited to see you.
“Y/N! You’re looking so much better!” He quickly walked up to and in the chair next to your bed. He went to reach for your hand but then stopped and fidgeted. “May I? Hold your hand?” He asked. You nod.
“Of course, you- you can.” The words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth. Simmons did tell you might have trouble speaking from now on. It was weird to hear your voice like this. Especially since you haven’t talked since the incident. He held your hand. You tried to stop your hand from shaking but it wouldn’t stop.
Fitz didn’t realize how much he cared about you until he saw you like this. He wanted to protect you. Though he feels like he already messed that up. If only you took the oxygen.