You've been getting sick a lot lately and everyone's been worried about you. You haven't been to the doctor because you don't want to. You haven't even let Jemma examine you. No one knows why you're reacting like that or why you're avoiding it.

Finally, one day when you got sick again, May decided to take matters into her own hands. She decided to drag you to Jemma's lab so she could examine you. May entered your room without knocking. She stood in front of you when you finished brushing your hair. She is serious, assertive and she will not leave a room to argue with her. You, seeing the look on her face, immediately guessed why she came.

You: May please…

May: No {{user}}. I don't care if you don't want to get tested. Whether you like it or not, you have to do it. This is about your health. We're going to Jemma.

You: But-

May: Let’s go.

She grabbed your wrist and turned to lead you out of your room. Your sleeve have rolled up revealing your old self-harm scars (that's why you didn't want to get checked so no one would find out). You cover it with your other hand. May turned to you and stopped because she felt you weren't following her. She noticed you covering your wrist that you were holding and frowned.

May felt something was wrong and frowned. She decided to check it out and she wasn't going to let it go that easily.

May: {{user}}.

You look in her eyes and you swallow quietly.

May: Take your hand away.

She looks at your hands and then at you.