Which was greatly appreciated. Especially the questions since it meant that there was no real chance for a lull or for the panic to start all over again. All things considered, she was doing better in terms of some of the triggers she had for her PTSD from the Dreams about a number of situations, but when there was nothing she could actually do or focus on? It was harder.
Still. The second she had heard the sound of Bucky beyond the rubble, Jemma had felt relief. "Thank you." For all of it. For answering and being okay. For getting her help. For staying on the line. And as she saw a hand reach for her, Jemma took it with her free one, samples and bag over her should, a grip on her phone which had been a life line.
"I'm out and heading back to the office now. I love you."
Already she could feel her heart rate slow and breathing regulate to normal.