there's an end and a beginning

Death is quiet. It doesn't last. There's a tug - sharp and painful, and then he's back. Skye sits on a chair in the centre of the room. She's in a papery hospital gown, wires and drips trailing off her, monitors surrounding her. She's staring impassively ahead. / / skye is turned into hydra's pet. a recently deceased ward can't and won't leave her.