"What?!"
Coulson's expression changed abruptly. Beside him, Ward snapped his head up, his gaze sharp.
"We'll fly over to pick you up right now!" Coulson practically shouted, turning toward the cockpit.
"By the time you get there, Skye might have bled out."
Coulson froze, then whipped around to look at Hermione, hope instantly flaring in his eyes.
In his panic, he'd almost forgotten that Miss Wizard was here.
Hermione said, "May, give me the coordinates."
May immediately rattled off a precise set of coordinates.
After listening, Hermione nodded.
Golden sparks burst into the air.
On the other side of the Portal, May was pressing hard against Skye's abdomen. Skye was pale, her eyes tightly shut.
Everyone reacted at once, carefully lifting Skye together and hurrying through the Portal.
Within a few breaths, Skye had been carried safely into the Bus's medical bay, where Jemma and Fitz immediately began working to save her.
Coulson took a deep breath, suppressed his worry, and turned to Ward.
"Ward, take Quinn to the interrogation room."
Ward nodded.
Jemma scrambled to prepare the epinephrine and hemostats, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
"Her blood pressure's dropping! Her pulse is weak!" Fitz anxiously called out the readings beside her, his voice trembling.
The atmosphere in the medical bay was so tense it was almost suffocating.
"Everyone, step aside."
A calm voice rang out. Hermione had walked in without anyone noticing.
Everyone paused, then realized what that meant. Excitement and hope filled their eyes as they hurried back to make room for Hermione.
Hermione raised her Wand, pointing its tip at the wound in Skye's abdomen.
A soft white light lit up at its tip.
A moment later, a bloodstained metal bullet slowly floated out of the wound, drawn by an invisible force.
The edges