Jemma yawns slightly, as he hands her the chart. The drugs were still making her pretty drowsy.
"He got Skye?" A look of concern crossed her face. Skye was her best friend, next to Fitz. And, she couldn't help but be worried about her. She knew what Garrett wanted couldn't be good.
But, however much she wanted to help, the drugs were pulling her under again. She was fighting them as hard as she could. But she knew she coldn't fight it much longer.
"Will you help look for her, please? For me." She whispered, as her eyes started to drift closed.