Don't Be Late

(This one is an oldie but I love it) 

“I’m sorry to hear about your brother.” He says quietly. “Once we get you patched up you can write her.”

At that moment a field jeep came screaming into the area with medical personnel and Morita. It was a cluster of chaos as the set about bandaging her up well enough for transport. “See, you’re in good hands now.” Steve reassures.

“His death was what prompted me to take the offer from the SOE. He knew that I was suited to it. It’s how I got into my position at the SSR.” 

“Yep. Say, would ya ever wanna see Paris together? After we win this thing?” He asks, slightly loopy from blood loss and the serum healing.

“Tell me about your home. That’s a good start. Everything will be okay, we just need to keep you awake, Peg.” He says, voice calmer than he feels. His hands press on a wound hard to stop the blood. “You can speak softly if you have to, just keep talking.”

“If you say so.”  Tony opened the door that led to the workshop downstairs.  “If there isn’t any in the kitchen, there’s a couple slices in the mini fridge in my room.  You’re welcome to it–Peggy.” he said coldly as he started down the stairs.  He may be buzzed or even drunk, but he still recognized when someone was trying to sound like they were apologizing when they actually hadn’t.  Dad had made him all too well acquainted with the distinction.

“Its so I’ll know exactly when you fall unconscious… if that happens, I mean. Morita went for a Medic. He’ll be back soon. Until then just keep talking so I can keep you awake.” Steve explains with a worried look in his eyes. He scans over her body for any other serious injuries, getting Dum Dum Dugan to apply pressure to the identified one. He could be over reacting, but he wanted to be safer than sorry.

Felicia thought for a moment. “Alright, you win. I’ve seen people in spandex, leather, two sizes too big, too small, in various costumes- and I can’t come close to that.”

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

Me:

Mood.

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