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Mack stood, his arms around Fitz’s back. Not to comfort him, not to tell him everything was okay, but to take him away. To punish him for selfishly hurting Daisy. As Mack placed the second handcuff on Fitz, the bloody scalpel dropped straight to the floor, creating a clink that made Daisy jump up, slightly moving from her limp laying position. Jemma went behind Daisy, trying to find any way to comfort her but she winced.
May, Coulson, and Yo-Yo watched, all heartbroken for Daisy, able to spot the incision on her neck followed by the weapon Fitz had dropped.