There's no wounds (not yet, not at least in this case) but there's a mild burning along his forearms and he dreams of slamming into walls and screaming in pain before he shoots awake to realize that there's nothing there - and no one there.

Here, the emotions he's kept bottled up inside since her death are free again. Here people aren't looking at him like he's a monster. Skye's judgement means nothing, SHIELD can't hurt him - them anymore.

Or can they?

Feeling vunerable and alone with the burning along his wrists growing hotter and colder by turns he focuses on the missing figure in his bed. Kara.

But when he sees the blood and the bruise the kind and gentle Ward, the lost figure dissolves and the walls slam up fast. Something coils in his throat and burns, it burns hard and worse. Betrayal. Of course. It was all too good to be true. It's some SHIELD trick (hail hydra), it's some game of Coulson's-

Except it's not.

He ignores any further thoughts by taking her in his arms as gently as he can then quickly pulling back to look at her face and gently, gently touch each wound.

"Who did this to you?"

The HYDRA leader is swimming underneath the surface. It's hard to suppress him, "...Kara?"