I was quiet for the rest of the day.
People would walk in and out of the room, and I would ignore them.

If my suspicions were true (and I have evidence), this means I have lost my family. I have no one in the world anymore. Nothing left to live for. What am I doing with my life?

Tears start pooling. Life is unfair. Why is it always me that these things happen to?! Why me?!

I look around the room, blurry eyed. Shield plans well. There is nothing, nothing you can use for self harm.

Next best option? The wall. I kick, I scream, I throw myself into the wall. Life is not worth living anymore.

*Meanwhile*
"Guys!.....
Guys!.....
Omg, guys....."
Daisy starts screaming watching the security channel in the lab.

"What?!" Fitz asks, a bit annoyed.

Daisy turns the computer screen in Fitz's direction.

"Bloody hell! Jemma!"

Soon enough, Fitzsimmons and Daisy were all staring intently at the screen.

Daisy face was white, Fitz was flabbergasted, and Jemma was already thinking of solutions to their current problem.

After some rapid fire suggestions from Simmons, Fitz's face lights up.

"I think I have an idea guys."