The Snowflake: The Final Part

Chapter Five

Eventually, the big day came when I finally decided to get my leg amputated. I was terrified. I had no one with me. I've never felt more alone and scared. They gave me the anesthesia and waited for me to fall asleep. I sat there, fighting the sleep. I didn't want to because I knew what would happen if I did. Finally, I gave up. My eyes rested and the procedure began. When they were finished, I woke up about thirty minutes later. They didn't want to wake me because they somehow knew about all the trauma.

I stared at a wall when I woke up, tears filling my eyes when I tried to wiggle my non existent toes in my foot. I looked down and rubbed my forehead. "Great." I whispered. I examined it, lifting my leg to see the stitches. I looked at each one, upset about the fact that it's not just a blob of skin at the end of my leg. I then glanced off to the side, looking at the remote on the nightstand. I leaned over and grabbed it to turn on the tv. Dr. Pritchett decided to walk in with his clipboard right as I turn it on. "How do you feel?" Pritchett asked.

"Half a limb lighter." I remarked. He let out a small chuckle. "Well, I do have a few questions for you, Y/N, if that's ok." Pritchett said. "Shoot." I replied. "Well, since your stump is now healthy, I wanted to ask if you wanted to either have a prosthetic or no?" He glanced up at me, clicking his pen to write down my answers. "Well, yeah? I fight. I do a lot of cardio." I stated. "Alright." he said. We went through the questions, my stump getting measured. I was told that my new leg wouldn't arrive for about a month.

I stayed at a nearby hotel, using a crutch to help get everywhere. Dr. Pritchett was nice enough to pay for me to stay. Every few days he would come and visit me in the hotel so I didn't have to make constant trips in and out of the hospital. I didn't understand why he kept visiting me till he brought me a gift basket that had two bottles of wine. A bottle of white wine and a bottle of red wine. "We've known each other for a while now-" he began as I dug through the basket. "We've known each other for only a couple weeks." I stated flatly as I dug through the basket. "Yeah, anyways. Do you want to go out with me?" Pritchett asked.

I had a look of disgust as I pulled out a box of condoms. "What the fuck? First of all, I'm in a happy relationship. Second of all, is this seriously how you ask someone out? With two bottles of wine and a box of condoms. You are... lonely and it's sad. But I don't know if I should pity you." I smiled painfully. "You can have your," I glance at the size of condoms on the box then hand them to him. "small condoms back because we sure as hell won't needing them. So please run along and hopefully the next time I see you is when I'm half dead again." I snarled. "Okay, I'm sorry. One more thing before I go. One of your prosthesis came in earlier than expected." Pritchett stated calmly, sitting on my bed. "Which one?" I asked. "Your athletic one." I smiled, and leaned back in my bed. The thought of not having to hop around everywhere with a crutch made me excited. Actually, I was more than excited. There weren't words to describe the joy I felt.

Who knew I would be excited over a fake leg. I grabbed my phone, texting Steve, telling him the news. The doctor sat on my bed, resting his hand on my right thigh so I threw the box of condoms at him, watching them hit his head. "Will you get the fuck out?!" I exclaimed. "Okay okay. I'm leaving." Pritchett stated, his voice a little annoyed. "I'll give you your prosthesis tomorrow morning." Those were his last words of the day. The following morning, I grabbed my crutch and hopped to the door, seeing two large boxes. I struggled bringing them in but managed to do it. I decided to open the one of the top, bouncing a little when I see that it was the one I could wear regularly. I tried it on, remembering how Dr. Pritchett showed me how to put it on.

I stood up, shaking a little. It was my first time trying to walk with no help. No one was here to catch me if I fell. I didn't have Bucky by my side saying it would be okay and that he wouldn't let go of me till I'm ready. I wobbled my way to the mirror by the mini fridge, staring at the fake leg. The longer I stared at it, the more my smile faded. I was different now. You don't see someone like me just walking around everyday. I should be dead. I never understood why. Maybe cause of HYDRA. When I was captured with Bucky. I stood there trying to remember if I was injected with anything. But everything was so foggy. I couldn't remember. I heard a knock at the door, answering it and saw a man I didn't recognize.

The man wore a long coat with a four collar that was up. His lips were thin. His eyes reminded me of chocolate. His hair looked soft and fluffy and had hair that was a beautiful milk chocolate color. He seemed nervous about something or scared so I let him in and offered him a glass of wine, which of course he accepted. We talked and laughed. I put my glass down and walked away to the bathroom, shutting the door. The man poured me another glass of wine, slipping a drug into it. I came out and smiled. "Sorry, I'm back." I smiled. His voice was deep and had a german accent when he spoke. His voice was quiet. "It's alright." He smiled and nodded a little. I grabbed my glass and drank some before feeling tired. "Hey, I think I'm just going to take a quick nap." I said. "Oh of course. I understand. Thank you so much for understanding everything."

"Absolutely.." My voice went quiet and I closed my eyes. I heard the door shut so I figured the man left. I fell into a deep sleep, not aware of anything around me. The mysterious man that I thought left, didn't. Next time I woke up, I had to be a different person. Who knows what this day will bring.