It had been an accidental nap. Skye had been tired, and had just intended to have a little nap on her couch. But of course, the Dreams had to strike. And oh, was it a Dream. They were following the Clairvoyant, but things had ended up rather badly for Skye. Namely, she got shot twice in the stomach by Ian Quinn. He'd left her for dead, and just as everything went cold and black in her Dream, she woke up in intense pain. Groaning, she lifted her head and pushed her blanket aside to see nothing but blood coming from her stomach.
"Damn it," she cursed, trying to press one hand against the wounds on her stomach as she reached out for her phone. It took a little effort, but finally she grabbed it and as fast as one thumb could move, she called Jemma. "Please pick up, please pick up," she murmured, trying her best to remain conscious long enough to tell Jemma she needed help.
But she was losing blood somewhat quickly. She didn't have much time.