All you could remember about how you got put into the hospital bed was the fear that covered Jemma's face. That's when adrenaline pumped through your veins and you did what in hindsight you now realise was an almost fatally idiotic choice, but one that you wouldn't change. You had jumped in-between Jemma and the HYDRA agent completely ignoring the fact that there was a gun in the sick man's hand. You didn't even acknowledge it was even there until both yours and his gun went off together shooting a bullet both into him and yourself.

Luckily for you the shoot you had made was a fatal shot, however his had luckily missed your vital organs and was easily taken care of, only allowing you to be out of any real fatal danger but leaving you in a lot of pain and under strict supervision to make sure that you stayed in bed.

You had paid attention to the doctor but now you were bored out of your mind, well until Jemma walked hesitantly through the door to look at you.

"Y/N," she whispered.

"Hey Jemma," you grinned, wincing as you attempted to move in the hospital bed.

"I'm so sorry."

She practically ran to your bed side sitting down and reaching her hands out to hold onto yours. She rested a bouquet of flowers onto your lap, holding back the tears in her eyes.

"What are you sorry for Simmons? You didn't do anything. Well unless you drew a moustache on my face whilst I was out cold, you didn't did you? Wait you didn't let Skye draw one, did you?" You laughed.

"No. No one drew a moustache on your face. I'm sorry that you are here in the hospital it is all my fault," she said softly, her voice sounding as though it were about to break.

You rolled your eyes at the brit.

"Nonsense Jemma. I would have done that for anyone, but especially you, I could never bear to allow you to get hurt if I can do anything about it," you smiled rubbing your thumb against the back of your hand. "Also thank you for the flowers, they are almost as beautiful as you."

The tiniest of smiles appeared on Jemma's face.

"Thank you for taking that hit for me, I will be eternally grateful, however you are an idiot for taking it."

You grinned at her. "I'm pretty sure it is kiss an idiot day."

She rolled her eyes at you as she leaned in closer to press her lips firmly to yours.

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Written by Charlotte.