Mar 27, 2015
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?