Jan 2, 2024
🛏 (to tell him I TOLD YOU SO)
My muse is in the hospital. Send 🛏 to be at their bedside when they wake up.
The first thing that Bucky smelled when he regained consciousness was bleach, the smell of something far too clean. He hated that scent. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and listened, there was a steady beeping that Bucky realised belonged to a heart monitor, someone’s heart rate was a little too fast. Oh no, that was his heart.
Bucky opened his eyes and groaned softly, seeing the sterile white room and he knew where he was. “I fucking hate hospitals.” He muttered to himself and then tilted his head to look over to look at his clone. “Never mind… I died, I’m in hell.”
