"You can't. Get back in bed right now."
By this time, Skye had already woken up. With the help of that mechanical frame, her normal movements were barely affected. But whenever she tried to stretch her legs and get out of bed to move her itching body around, she felt as though there were a sensor installed beneath her butt.
The moment she left the hospital bed, Jemma Simmons would appear in less than two seconds and, without another word, help her back into bed.
"Damn it, I get caught every time." Skye frowned helplessly and patted her face, which was gradually regaining some color. "Look at my complexion. I'm much better already. You don't have to keep such a close eye on me."
"You don't need me to remind you how badly you were injured." Simmons ignored her complaints, forcibly pressing Skye back onto the bed and casually pulling the blanket over her. "From the looks of it, you can only be considered slightly better."
In truth, Simmons did not oppose Skye moving around, but only in the form of rehabilitation exercises and balance training under strict medical procedures, performed at set times and in set amounts each day with medical staff present. As for anything else, she should obediently stay in bed.
"She's as annoying as an old nag..." Skye muttered under her breath as Simmons turned away.
"What did you just say?" Simmons immediately turned back, smiling brightly as she fixed Skye with her sparkling eyes.
"Nothing." Skye instantly shook her head in denial, terrified that if she was even a second too slow, she would be restricted to bland liquid food for the next two weeks.
"I mean... these machines really are amazing." Skye swiftly changed the subject while raising her hand and flexing her fingers,