He was only unconscious for a minute, maybe, but he'd seen so much in that time. It terrified him. It brought back memories he had long forgotten - or at least, he thought he had. The only thing he felt when Skye shook him awake was pure, paralyzing fear. And anyone who knew him would know that just didn't happen. It couldn't happen. Ever.
It didn't take long to calm down (thank the court-ordered therapy sessions for that), but he could feel Skye's eyes on him as he spoke, voice wavering as he panted. "The staff," he said, inhaling deeply. "He has it."
Skye looked at him a moment longer before slowly moving her hand up to her ear. "Something's wrong with Ward," she said, staring him in the eyes. He looked back at her with a look of do you know how stupid that act was?
"I'm fine," he said, breaking the silence. "You really didn't have to say that." He paused.
"Like, at all."
Skye bit her lip. "Maybe not. You should still get checked out by FitzSimmons. Make sure all your... whatever is up to code, Mr. Robot."
He knew she was trying to be funny, but he only grimaced, shaking his head. He stood up wobbly, swatting her hands away. He was an adult, he could walk.
Or maybe not, he revised as he quickly found himself faceplanting the cement floor. Again.
It did not seem like luck was in his favor at the moment.
Back on the Bus, he was checked out by FitzSimmons, even though he insisted he was fine. He felt fine. Acted... mostly fine. He was physically fine. And the mental aspects? No one would ever know what went on in his head.
"See, all good," he said, tearing the cuff off his arm. He slipped his shirt back on, ignoring FitzSimmons protests.
"You really should rest for a while," Jemma said, patting him on the arm. He jerked away, glaring at her.
"I said, I'm fine."
Yeah, maybe he wasn't fine.