User:~Silverstream/Fanfiction Regrets and Recollections

Regrets and Recollections

Simmons stared intently at him. Laying in that hospital bed. Weak. Pale. Comatose. She wiped away a tear that began to flow down her face.

"Oh Fitz," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." She stroke her hand over his soft curls. "I'm the one who wanted to stay and do something about Ward. If I had just followed Coulson's orders this wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't let you..." She couldn't finish her sentence.

It was like at any moment he would open those blue eyes and stare back at her. She kept waiting...and waiting...and nothing. Her hair was mussed...she had refused to leave Fitz's side since the accident. Skye had spend hours trying to coax her away to eat. Eventually they had to bring the food to her.

Simmons slept by him. She would sing softly in his ear, hoping that maybe there was some part of him that would hear her. She grasped his hand in hers, and pulled it close to her pounding heart.

Every minute she lived in fear. Fear that he would never wake up. Or worse, that he would never again remember her, or be mentally changed, or paralyzed, or...

She couldn't take it. She broke down in hysterical sobbing, kissing his hand and moaning apologies for what she felt she had done.

She laid her head down on his barely-rising chest, and closed her eyes. If he was to never awaken, she decided neither would she.

She laid like that for a long time, not counting the minutes, not caring. All she cared about was Fitz. Her dearest best friend. She missed him. More than words can describe.

She missed the way he would always talk about monkeys, and the way he would always eat when he was nervous, and the way he cared for her more than himself. His last words echoed inside her head...

'You're more than that, Jemma. I just never had the courage to tell you. So please...let me show you.'

The mental image of his teary, yet loving face burned itself into her mind.

Lost in her thoughts, Jemma barely noticed her hand being gently squeezed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she double checked... The hand that was squeezed was the one entangled with Fitz's hand.

She gasped, and rose her head away from his chest. Cupping his face with her hands, she became breathless as those beautiful eyes of his ever-so-slightly opened. Then came the word she had been waiting for months to hear from his mouth.

Weak, barely audible, but it was there. Fitz's eyes met hers as he whispered, "Jemma..."