It is done, my dear :) Prompt from this list
Her arm was falling asleep.
That’s what Simmons thought about as she laid on her side, her right arm partially under her head and partially stretched out in front of her. She thought about that because thinking about anything else was scary. All the other stuff she had to think about was the slick ground she was lying on, the heat that was creeping out her, and the searing pain in her stomach. So she didn’t.
She focused on her arm falling asleep and stared at it intently, even as the world around her began to grow dark.
She noticed the hand first. The hand placed on her arm that was falling asleep. The voice came second.
“Oh, Jemma. No, please. Not after… Jemma!”
“Fzz…” That was the appropriate response to the voice that she heard, right? That was his name.
Her head was tilted upward until she wasn’t looking at her arm that was falling asleep anymore.
“You’re alive.” The face she was looking at broke into a small grin.
“Fitz,” she said, stronger this time. But the world was still going black, and she felt it tugging her away. To close her eyes would feel nice, wouldn’t it? Since she could no longer see her arm that was falling asleep, what was the point of seeing anything anyway?
“Hey, stay awake. Stay with me.”
Her eyes opened, and he was still there.
“Good,” he told her, nodding. “Just stay awake until we can get you help, okay? I’m going to protect you until then.”
“My arm’s fallin’ asleep,” she informed him in a slurred voice. It seemed like the most important thing to tell him.
He seemed to take it seriously and nodded, moving her so that her arm that was falling asleep was no longer pinned under her own weight, and she was sitting up.
“Better?” he asked.
She managed to nod her head. “Can I sleep?”
“Not yet. Soon, but not now.” He placed his hands over one of hers, the one that had always been pressed against her stomach (without her realizing it), the one that was not connected to her arm that was falling asleep. “So we’ll just keep talking and placing pressure right there until someone shows up, yeah?”
She nodded again. “You fixed my arm.”
His smile seemed a little broken this time. “Anytime, Simmons.”