Hospitals rooms were almost like a second home for you. Fighting crime and being a general badass led to regular injuries and as long as you could come out of the hospital at some point it seemed like a win. Whenever you went on missions, you were almost certain to get hurt, so you just hoped for minor injuries but this time it wasn't as you had wanted. You had been distracted in the midst of a fight that you hadn't noticed a different person with a gun. The bullet had ripped through your abdomen, leaving you in a pool of your own blood. You had luckily not been alone, and Bucky had been able to take them both out before getting you medical assistance, but past him calling for help, you had lost consciousness.

When you had awoken, the bright lights of the hospital room burned your eyes terribly. Next to you sat Bucky, whilst a woman in a nurse's uniform stood sorting out the machine that you were hooked up to. You tried to sit up, but both of the people rushed to your side to gently push you back into the bed.

"You need your rest," the nurse said softly. "You have been given some pretty strong pain medication, so you might feel drowsy or confused. I'll just go get your doctor to explain everything for you now that you're awake."

She shuffled out of the room, leaving you alone with Bucky. He seemed relieved to see you awake, having seen the extent of the damage that the shot had done to you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

The nurse had been right, your mind seemed like it was in a fog, and you didn't seem to have any energy to fight off the thoughts that came into your head from escaping out of your mouth.

"I'm glad you're here," you smiled, struggling to keep your eyes fully open. "I wouldn't want anyone else here."

Bucky didn't really know what you meant seen as you hadn't answered his question at all.

"Of course, I wasn't going to leave you here on your own."

You lazily held onto his hand, your grip weak and half of your fingers fallen from his palm.

"I love you more than anything in this world," you whispered.

It had been something you had felt for as long as you had known him but seen as you were unable to control your thoughts, you let yourself say more than you had ever thought you could until you regretted it all when the medication had worn off. Little had you known, he had felt the same, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed to learn of your feelings now that you weren't fully there in your mind.

With a pained heart, he gave your hand a tight squeeze. "When you feel better, we can talk about it."

You nodded your head before your eyelids finally became too heavy for you to fight to keep open.

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Written by Charlotte.

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