#dotherightthingrogers

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.