Who: Bobbi and Coulson What: Checking up When: July 2011 - A couple of days after her improvised extraction from her AIM mission Where: SHIELD medical facility.
She still wasn't 100% sure how her cover had been blown. She had been so careful. She figured it had been a weird happenstance sort of thing. She'd been so careful. But they'd suspected something was up when they tossed her in a cell.
Physical torture was below AIM. They liked to act that they above things. They preferred their interrogations with a side of psychological head messing.
She'd slowly started coming up with her own extraction plan when they'd first taken her and she was only a few hours from putting said plan into effect when Clint and a couple other agents had busted the doors down themselves.
Normally Bobbi might argue about being held in the medical bay. After all, she was a stubborn sort. Instead she'd put on the gown and plopped down on the bed like a good patient and went straight to sleep. Proof that four days of sleep games would put even the best down for the count once in a bed.
Anyone with access to her medical file or talked to her doctors would find that she was in decent enough physical shape. They'd just given her the bare minimum of food and drink to keep her going, and there'd been a few chemical compounds in her blood stream at first that were no longer there. AIM's attempt to mess with her perceptions and make her more suggestible.
She'd woken up a time or two during her big sleep, but she mostly fell back to sleep. She'd finally woken up for good that morning. She seemed a bit distracted, but mostly she was still groggy from the sleep haze.