Steve Rodgers

107th Battalion Commando Captain Steve Rodgers

[ithelpstodream]

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[dotherightthingrogers]

In The Hospital || Bucky and Steve

[kingscountybuck]

“What happened?” He felt pathetic, stomach churning and head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, muscles weak and aching. He carefully shook his head, not wanting the water even though he knew he needed it. 

Bucky looked at Steve. “The whole story. I can’t seem to remember…” The last thing he remembered at all was being in the Tower. After that all he had was pain and then waking up in the stupid hospital. God he hated hospitals.

[dotherightthingrogers]

Steve kept the water in front of Bucky as he watched his friend closely. He sighed as he tried to think of the place to start. “Well what do you remember. The doctors said you could have missed a lot.

He made a motion with the cup in a silent ‘you need to take a drink of this.’ move. Because he did need to take a drink of it. He had been out for a while and his mouth had to have been really dry.

[dotherightthingrogers]

In The Hospital || Bucky and Steve

kingscountybuck:

“Damn,” he sighed. His eyes finally creaked open. Even that hurt. “Did I get hit by a bus or something’?” he asked, voice rough as he turned his head to look at Steve. Fuck, Steve.

Bucky was sure, if he tried, that he could get the IV out of his arm and get whatever else was in him out and off the bed without damaging himself further. How long had he been out? He still knew Steve by name, still knew himself as Bucky, so no one wiped him; that was one positive at least.

Steve watched his best friend fight with the idea of being in a hospital. He knew the feeling of not wanting to be in one. He also didn’t like hospital or medicine. But sometimes it was required. He wouldn’t let anything happen for Bucky to not get better.

He smiled at that and shook his head. “Nah, you got hit by a lot of things. But no a bus. I think that might have hurt less.” He winked and grabbed a cup from the table as he stood up so he could help Bucky sit up if he had to. “Here..”

[kingscountybuck]

by your side, till you heal -Steve

Send “by your side, till you heal” for my muse’s reaction to waking up in the hospital, covered in bandages, while your muse sits by their side | accepting

dotherightthingrogers

Bucky came to slowly, struggling up out of the fog of medically induced unconsciousness. He felt gross, the stink of hospital all around him and embedded in his skin and hair. It made his stomach roll, though his heart stayed steady and his breathing barely increased. He wished he couldn’t breathe, the hospital stench stuck in his nose.

“Fuck,” he groaned as the aches started to sink in. Of-fucking-course his body would eat through the pain meds as soon as he was conscious. What even landed him in the hospital? 

[dotherightthingrogers]

Steve was not asleep. Even though many people had been in and out of this room telling him that he should. That he should go home. The only reason he didn't smell was because Natasha brought clean clothes and some water less shampoo. The current time was awesome in some of it’s oddities. 

He looked up from his sketch pad when Bucky moved. A small smile played across his lips and he closed the pad carefully setting it aside. He leaned forward in the chair. “Don’t move to much, Buck. You broke multiple ribs.”