"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." Seeing how the topic was becoming more pessimistic the longer they discussed it, Melinda took the initiative to change the subject. "How's Skye?"
"...Sigh." At the mention of Skye, Coulson let out another sigh. "She's in her room. She's not doing too well."
"Let's go see her," Melinda suggested. "She's not as strong as she looks."
The two of them went to Skye's room. The lights inside were dim, and Skye was sitting cross-legged on her bed with a laptop balanced on her legs.
The screen's glow reflected on her face. Her complexion was pale, her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was a mess. Clearly, she had been working continuously for a long time without resting.
But she paid no attention to any of that. She remained utterly focused on the computer screen, her hands flying across the keyboard. Whenever she paused to think, she would viciously bite her nails.
The sight made both Melinda and Coulson's hearts ache.
"Stop, Skye!" Ignoring everything else, Coulson strode forward, snatched the laptop away, and set it aside. He said in a commanding tone, "Go take a hot shower, eat something, and get some rest. Keep this up and your liver's going to explode!"
"Wait." Skye rubbed her eyes, indicating that she could keep going. She stood up to retrieve the laptop, but the moment she got to her feet, a wave of dizziness hit her. Her body swayed twice before she dropped back onto the bed. All she could do was say weakly, "I've already got a lead. I'm about to find out what happened."
Damn it, Ward! Melinda cursed inwardly.
Skye had always drifted through life with no one to rely on. It was only after joining S.H.I.E.L.D. that she had felt,