I try to picture me without you (But I can't)
She'd been there for hours.
Simmons had come in after the other survivor (singular; only two people in a room of over thirty- the loss of life was horrendous) had been stabilised- she said the woman had a concussion, but she'd be fine.
The girl- according to her Taekwondo license booklet, her name was Lucy- had a fifty-fifty chance of surviving the next twelve hours. So far, it had been four, and things were actually looking good.
May couldn't understand exactly why she felt so protective of this girl.
Maybe it was the phantom sight of her parents' bodies, so clearly shielding her, the fact that they'd given their lives for hers.
Maybe it was the excitement in the eyes of the picture in the license booklet, the life in her youthful face.
Maybe it was the belt she'd lain across her lap, which symbolised the perseverance and dedication she had to the martial art she'd nearly been killed for.
Maybe it was all of those things, or none of them.
No matter what it was, something inside her told her that this girl mattered, and that she needed to live.
Coulson appeared quietly in the doorway, smiling at her sadly.
"How's she doing?" he asked, keeping his voice soft.
"She's fighting." She answered shortly.
"We'll find them. They won't get away with this."
She nodded, unsmiling, feeling anger rage through her, locking it down.
"You should eat. It's been a long day."
"I'm not leaving. She shouldn't wake up alone."
Coulson nodded and left, returning some time later with a grilled cheese sandwich, which she accepted gratefully.
"You know, we should call her family. Skye looked into her. She has grandparents who could look after her. And a dog, apparently."
"How old is she?" She looked younger sleeping, but she had to be in her late teens, at least.
"Seventeen last April." Phil's eyes were sad. He knew what it was to lose a parent young.
May cursed internally, although she'd seen it coming. Not even an adult, and already an orphan. The world was so unfair.
"Where does she live?"
"What?" he asked, surprised.
"They didn't have any clothes packed. They weren't meant to be away overnight. We should pick up the dog. Maybe some clothes, too."
Coulson nodded, smiling fondly at his romantic Soulmate. He knew what she was thinking through the bond, and he loved her even more deeply for it. Even if her nickname for him wasn't scrawled across his wrist, he knew she'd still have his heart.
"Do you want me to stay with her while you-"
"Ward can do it."
"Okay."
He left, and she continued her silent vigil.