Jemma had lost track of time again; she had gotten so used to just work whenever there was to work without paying attention to anything else, that it was hard to go back on track now that everything had quieted down. She had checked on Lincoln’s vitals again, and then was back to Fitz, forgetting once again to take her break.
Things were still awkward, too much left unsaid, but it wasn’t as much as before, not after he had left with the toolbox. Skye was back too after all - and she was safe, and that information had been wonderful but had also reminded her of how tired she was, so much that she had slept eight hours straight the first night after her return - and Jemma was doing her best to help everyone around.
Even if she wasn’t a medical doctor and she truly hated that responsibility.
Exchanging a few words with Fitz, though, she suddenly found herself unable to focus, and twice she had to tell him what data add for her in the other computer. A bad feeling, and cold sweat, told her she had to leave, but as she got up from her stool again she stopped on her track, head spinning. “The... uh... We need new... new bandages just in case of...”
She trailed off, looking at Fitz and then at her computer, that was starting to look fuzzy, “I’m... going to pass out, I think?”
Confusion kept her from moving again, but literally two seconds later she was blacking out, just for a second as it turned out, legs bucking.