Jemma watched in silent horror as her best friend suddenly stooped screaming. Daisy was one of the most expressive people Jemma knew, so it was quite eerie to see her empty as she lay there. Vaguely, Jemma was aware of Deke grasping her arm.
How did we get here? Where did I go wrong? Why didn't I see this?
The thoughts were too loud in the overwhelming silence. It was too quiet.
Jemma stumbled as the room started shaking, Deke's grasp on her arm tightened slightly as her eyes were drawn back to the inhuman. Daisy was silently crying.
"Now," Fitz spoke up after placing the wires down and starting on Daisy's restraints "here's was you need to do. You need to compress the Gravitonium as much as possible. Then carefully guide it over and insert it into the sphere."
The room stilled as he finished speaking. The only sounds being the various breathing patterns. Daisy still hadn't moved from the table, despite the lack of restraints.
The shaking got stronger, and Jemma watch in mild fascination as the automaton that kept Deke and herself in the corner started to crumble. A grunt of pain distracted her from the robot. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of Fitz kneeling on the ground his forehead creased in pain as he clutched at his chest.
"Fitz" Jemma ran over to him. His whole body was quivering uncontrollably. Jemma stared at Daisy who was still unnaturally still. If it wasn't for the up and down of her chest and the tears that streamed down her face, Jemma might have thought the woman had died. "Daisy, stop this."
Fitz let out a pained wheeze, collapsing further to the ground as the inhuman watch quietly. Jemma had to do something about this, she couldn't let her husband die.
"Deke, grab Fitz and get out of here." Jemma ordered to the man who had sat down in the corner. Hopefully distance would help the inhuman calm down.
"Me?" Deke pointed at himself as Jemma rolled her eyes.
"Yes you." She snapped at him. "Now go!"
Deke stumbled up from the ground, hauling Fitz up as well and trailing slowing towards the door. Fitz paused looking back at her.
"The Grav-" He cut himself of with as he doubled over, Deke was the only thing keeping him upright.
"I'll take care of it" Jemma gave him a hard look. "Get out of here!"
Her husband nodded weakly, allowing his body to be dragged away. As the footsteps of the two men grew steadily fainter the shaking slowly stopped.
Soon only the harsh sound of Daisy breathing behind her permeated the silence. Jemma glanced over her shoulder at her best friend, the worry Jemma felt was increasing every second that Daisy willingly kept herself on that table.
"Daisy?" Jemma called softly, rising from the ground and drawing nearer to the table. "Can you get down from the table? I need to look at your wounds."
Daisy let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper. Jemma swallowed thickly as she spotted the blood that was pooling at the side of her neck.
"Daisy-"
"I can't." Daisy's voice was hoarse as she spoke her first words in what felt like hours.
"Can't what Dais?" Jemma prayed that it wasn't what she thought, that it wasn't the only logical meaning behind those words.
"I can't move."
Three words. A few years ago, three little words from Fitz made her glow from happiness. Who knew that years later three little words uttered in a dank basement under a lighthouse could shatter her heart.