The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 86: You're awake...

I didn't open my eyes yet, but I was awake. I could tell it was dark, too. I didn't exactly know where I was, but from the small beeps, and the pain on my side, said I was in the hospital. That's right, I was shot.
I didn't want to open my eyes, I just wanted to go back to sleep. Yet, at the same time, I wanted to get a look of where I am. Surely, if I'm in a hospital, it's the same one Loki was in, but I doubt it'd be the same room.
So, I do. As soon as I open my eyes, I'm just looking straight ahead of me. I turn to my left, and see both Peter and Sam asleep. It seems to me that Sam found the vending machines here. He was probably insanely confused with all of these new upgraded technology things, even the new look of a vending machine. Then again, he either got money from Steve, or he stole it. And considering it's him, he probably stole it. We're so alike, I basically rubbed off my personality and habits on him. My mother once mentioned it, I remember, and continued to joke about how bad of an influence I was on him. I'd be accidentally cursing, he'd hear me, and then repeat when I say, 'fuck'. He had no idea what it meant at the time, he just thought it was some fancy word. He even said it when family came to visit. It was just a whole awkward situation when that happened.

Now, I turn to my right. As I turn, I see Bucky and Steve, who are both sleeping. And then, directly to my right, was Loki. It looks like he managed to fall asleep, somehow. I mean, considering the way he's sleeping, he wasn't exactly planning on resting.
His arms were folded on the hospital bed, and he lay his head on top of them. Yet somehow, I didn't even realize, he managed to hold my hand.
It hits me that this is the first time I've really seen him in more than a month. Yes, yes I did see him when he saved me, but I had no idea who he was at the time. Now, though, I remember everything. All it took was Sam to remind me of everything. I thought it'd be Loki who got me to remember everything, but it was Sam. Because for the longest time, I thought there was no hope. I thought he was dead. I thought I had nobody left. Maybe if I'd actually gone into that room, when I found him laying there, some things could have changed. At least I would've know that he wasn't dead, but that he was still breathing.
He's here now, though. That's all that matters.

I didn't want to wake Loki up, for he probably hadn't slept in a while, but at the same time I did. I wanted to show him that I was okay. So, I squeeze his hand a bit. I watch as he's clearly waking up, but I don't think he realized what woke him up, so he just keeps his eyes closed.
"Loki." I whisper.
"Hm?" He asks, not even fully awake yet.
Just give it a few seconds for him to realize who said his name.
3....
2....
1....
Quickly, he opens his eyes, and directs his eyes toward me.
I smile, as he does, "You woke up?"
"Yes, clearly."
He sits up on his chair, and just smiles, "You could have died, you know?" He says. As if that wasn't obvious enough. I could've died, so he wouldn't have to.
He saved me more than once.
"Yeah, I know," I tell him, "But if it wasn't me, it would've been you."
"But I would much have preferred it to be me, rather than you." He claims.
I grin, "Loki, you've been shot twice because you jumped in front of me. I couldn't have you getting shot for the third time this year. I mean, come on, it's not even April yet."
"A third time wouldn't have killed me." He claims, jokingly.
"I don't think you would've wanted to find out if that were true." I chuckle, trying to sit up a bit. But I just can't. Moving the slightest bit hurt terribly.
"Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." Loki says, talking about me sitting up.
I lay back down, and partially lift up my shirt to see where I was wounded. It looked terrible. There were stitches on my side, and it was a bit red, but that's normal I hope.
"This sucks." I mutter.
"Yes, it does." Loki adds.
That's a funny way of cheering someone up. I don't care, though. I'm right. He's right. This sucks.

"Was he captured?" I ask, suddenly, talking about my father.
"He was, yes." Loki answers. Well, that's a bit of a relief. But what if he tries to use those words in my head again? That'd really suck. I want him to stop getting in my head. I mean, recently he hasn't been in my head, but for who knows why?
"He's locked up, this time with more security." Loki adds.
I nod, and look down to the I.V on my arm. The I.V was uncomfortable as hell, and I wanted it to be out of my arm, but I couldn't just rip it off. It'd be unsafe.
"When am I allowed to leave?" I ask him, as if he'd know. The doctors probably had no idea, considering they didn't even know if I'd wake up. It was kind of easy to tell that Loki was shocked that I even woke up.
"I'm not sure." He answers. I expected him not to know, so it was fine. I mean, if I was in a coma, it wouldn't even be in question as to when I'd be leaving.
"I don't like hospitals." I mutter, looking around the room. First of all, I hated the smell of a hospital. I don't know why, I just do. Second of all, I hate I.V.'s and needles. They hurt and they remind me of my experiments with Hydra.
"Me neither. The doctors always look like they want to kill me." He admits.
Well, not gonna lie, some of them might, if they remember who he is. I mean, it's not like they know the truth about what really happened during the attack of New York City.
"Nobody wants to kill you, Loki. Doctors do the opposite of killing. I'm pretty sure it's pretty illegal to kill someone."
"Well, I knew that last part already." He grins.
"Of course you did." I chuckle.
I rub my eyes, exhausted. I was tired, even though I'd slept pretty well.
"Would you like me to wake up the others?" Loki offers.
I shake my head, "Not now, they'll start a whole conversation that carries on for an hour. I'm exhausted." I tell him.
"Then rest." Loki says.
"It's so hard to when there's an I.V in my arm, and I can't even move. I have to lay on my back, for crying out loud." I chuckle.
"Just close your eyes, then. You're most likely to fall asleep, as I did."
I nod, and just close my eyes, still holding Loki's hand.
"You're not leaving, right?" I ask.
"I'm not planning on going anywhere."