Skye's compassion was her fatal flaw. She knew that and yet she couldn't help feeling it for the man who'd just attacked her. It hadn't been the man and she found herself thinking about what that must have been like, to have your body hijacked by a demon. She couldn't really imagine what it must be like to do horrible things without having any control.
"I'm a lot better than him," Skye said a little snappishly as she quickly moved to kneel next to the body. She could see he was breathing and even though she was no medic, she reached for his wrist to check his pulse. Weak, but steady. That meant he'd live, she hoped, and she let out a small sigh of relief.
"We should get him to a doctor," she mused out loud, still more concerned with the unconscious man than her own injuries, whatever they might be. She was definitely more concerned with helping that man than acknowledging what Ward was strongly implying.