Chapter 6
“Do you want to go check on him?” Bobbi asked. “See for yourself that he'll be okay?” Skye nodded and they moved towards the med bay, picking up speed when they heard a series of very loud and violent sounding crashes come from that area.
Skye skidded around the corner half a second before Bobbi, so when she froze Bobbie wound up running into her back.
“Oops. You okay?” Bobbi asked peering around the young woman to see what had frozen her to the spot.
The medical room was wrecked, it looked like a tornado had briefly touched down in the small room.
Machinery and medical supplies were littered in many broken pieces along the floor. Skye stared in horror at the heart monitor which was lying on it's side, the screen broken and the wires trailing out of it casing, it was actually sparking.
The overhead lights flickered several times in rapid succession before blinking back on and staying on but flickering slightly.
Skye's gaze was drawn to the gurney, which had originally been in the middle of the room (so that it could be accessed from all sides) but was now pressed against the side wall.
Stiles was sitting up on his elbows, his eyes flickering wildly around the room while his chest heaved frantically as he tried to draw in air.
Bobbi saw Stiles, swore and ducked around Skye so that she could get to him and help him calm down.
“Hey, hi, it's okay! You're safe!” She said, trying to be soothing as she rushed to his side.
Stiles jerked back, wheezing and struggling to push himself into the corner, his eyes shining with fear.
“No, no don't do that. It's okay. I know your scared but you need to calm down okay, everything's going to be okay.” Stiles frantically shook his head, tears filling his eyes, his breathing stuttered and then wheezed harder as his arms gave out and he fell back against the mattress.
“Okay, this seems worse than just being freaked out, are you having trouble breathing?” Bobbi asked, when Stiles nodded his head rapidly she raised her head and called for Greg. “He can't breathe!” She yelled. Seconds later Greg was rushing in and stepping carefully around the medical equipment that littered the floor.
“Alright, what's going on now? Can you tell me if it hurts anywhere? Your throat, your chest?” Stiles waved a hand over his chest weakly before letting his hand flop back down to his side, his concentration on trying to draw air into his lungs. Which, from the amount of gasping and wheezing he seemed to be doing, was obviously very difficult.
“Do you have asthma?” Greg asked as he slipped his stethoscope off his neck and pressed it against Stiles chest. “Doesn't sound like it. I think he's got a collapsed lung.” Greg muttered to Bobbi. “I need to get the built up air out of his chest. Hey kiddo, you just hang on, we're gonna get you fixed up.” He pulled away from the bed and then glanced at the destruction of the room, a stream of obscenities slipping past his lips as he saw the mess.
“I can't find anything.” He whispered his eyes widening in increasing alarm the longer he looked. “Bob try and get him to calm down or he's gonna pass out!” He called as he knelt and quickly began shifting through the mess on the floor. “Get on oxygen mask on him if you can!”
“I need to find the oxygen mask in order to get it on him!” Bobbi snapped, and Skye watched in growing horror as they had to frantically search through the mess on the floor for the supplies. Her gaze flickered to Stiles face in time to see the kids eyes roll into the back of his head and his chest stop moving.
“He's not breathing!” Skye screamed and both doctors heads jerked up.
Bobbi threw herself to her feet, and screamed that they needed help, before she started mouth to mouth. She swore and readjusted Stiles head, then swore again when she couldn't establish an airway. She tried again and couldn't help the cry of relief when she saw the young man's chest rise. Skye gasped when she was pushed out of the way by two other doctors who quickly slide into place around Stiles, glanced around the destroyed room, swore and then started looking for supplies among the wreckage.
Skye forced herself to look away. The kid was dying and nobody could do anything about it. She couldn't watch him slip away. She couldn't.
So she turned around and sat on the floor, burying her face in her hands and focusing on her breathing. She tried to block out all the desperate sounds that were coming from the room and focus on something else, anything else.
She didn't know how long she sat there but she heard the sounds in the room dying down and curled up tighter knowing that he was dead. He was dead and it was her fault.
“Skye?” Bobbi's voice in her ear before a hand gently touched her shoulder. “Skye, are you okay?”
Skye shook her head no and impossibly managed to curl up a little tighter, her knees pressed against her chest, her face pressed against her knees and her arms wrapped tightly around her shins.
“Skye, he's okay. He's getting oxygen now. He's not dead, it's okay. It's okay. Look, come on, look he's going to be okay.” Skye tentatively lifted her head and glanced at Bobbi's face,trying to gauge if the other agent was lying to her or not. Deciding that it didn't look like she was, Skye made herself uncurl and pushed herself to her feet. She took a deep breath before turning and facing the room again.
The equipment was still on the floor and one of the doctors was slowly picking things up and straightening the room out.
“What the heck happened in here?” He muttered as he picked a box of gloves up and put them back on the counter where they belonged.
Skye forced herself to look away from the carnage and towards the small figure in the bed.
Stiles was on a ventilator.
Skye felt her lungs freeze for minute as she stared at the machine that now had to breathe for the teen, it hissed and beeped softly and Skye shuddered. She startled slightly when Bobbi rubbed a hand gently over her shoulders.
“It's just for now. He's going to be okay Skye, I promise.” Bobbi murmured to the younger girl soothingly.
Skye stared at Stiles for a long moment, taking in the ventilator, the chest tube, the various wires and the soft cloth restraints on his wrists, that were there so that he wouldn't try to pull out the ventilator when he woke up.
“Okay. Okay.” Skye ran a shaking hand through her hair and cleared her throat. “Did anybody see what tossed the room?” She asked, tearing her gaze away from the teen on the bed.
Everybody shook their heads or replied in the negative. Skye ran her hands over her hair once again before nodding, turning on her heel and striding down the hall.
“I'm going to look over the camera footage, see if it caught anything.” Skye called over her shoulder.
“Let me know what you find!” Bobbi yelled after before turning to help the other doctors clean up the room.
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“Hey, Fitz.” Skye greeted the young engineer as she slipped past him and into the control room.
“What was th-th-the c-commotion earlier?” Fitz asked, following her to the desk and watching as she pulled up footage of the medical room.
“Uh, the kid we brought in, Stiles, he had a collapsed lung. He's okay now apparently, but they've got him on a ventilator. Also, the med room got super trashed and I'm trying to figure out what happened.” Skye said, as she rewound the footage that was captured by the camera in the corner of the med room.
“Oh wow.” Fitz breathed in shock when he saw the damage that had been done to the room. He repeated himself, with a more surprised tone when they saw how the damage was sustained. Skye rewound the footage and watched it again.
On screen Stiles was waking up from the dendrotoxin, he blinked blearily, his sleepy gaze slowly taking in the room. He seemed to realize where he was and sat up with a gasp, his hands outstretched like he was warding off a blow and everything in the room appeared to pick itself up and hurl itself against the walls. Then he wrapped an arm around his chest, his expression pained, barely a second later Skye slid into the room, followed by Bobbi.
“Well,” Skye murmured rewinding the footage once again. “It seems pretty obvious to me that he's a Inhuman.”