Bucky's eyes slowly adjust to the blinding light in his hospital room. He looks around the room and sees Sam asleep, resting his head on his bed. He also sees Steve sitting in a chair.

"Bucky, thank God you're okay." Steve said smiling.

"How long have I been out?" Bucky asked.

"About three weeks." replied Steve.

Bucky looks back at his sleeping boyfriend and notices the cast on his hand. Bucky frowns when he remembers that he was the reason it was broken.

"Bucky, it's fine. His hand only has two broken fingers." Steve reassured him.

"Has he been eating, he looks thin?" Bucky asked concerned.

"I've tried, but he refused to listen to me." Steve sighed.

Bucky rubs the back of Sam's head gently. Sam wakes up and yawns. He becomes wide awake when he sees Bucky smiling at him.

"Bucky!" Sam cried hugging him.

Sam holds onto Bucky for dear life and softly cries into his shoulder. Bucky hugs back and strokes the back of Sam's head and kisses his cheek.

"Shhh, Sam. Everything's okay." Bucky whispered calmly.

"Y-you almost died. I...I-I almost lost you." Sam sobbed.

Bucky held Sam until he calmed down. Then Bucky scolded Sam on not taking care of himself. When the nurse brought Bucky some food, he made Sam eat some of it.