Jemma was trying hard to hold on to consciousness, when she heard Molly's voice. Hope flooded through her, maybe this wasn't the end. She didn't ahve Fitz to comfort this time around. They weren't going to die together, she was going to die in a completely different world, before she'd even had a chance to tell him how she felt.
She tried to call out, but she was struggling to get enough air into her lungs. She could tell that one or more of her ribs were broken. That, she probably didn't have much time left. Still, she tried one more time. "Molly?" She finally was able to croak out. But, it took too much out of her, and she lost her fight to stay conscious. To stay alive, and she drifted from consciousness, and from life.