The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 87: Carry me..

I wake up, as the sun beams through the windows. Sure, there were blinds on the windows, but they sucked.
I assumed it was past 8am, considering the sun was fully risen.
I take a look around the room, and notice that everybody was still asleep. They were probably all exhausted, waiting for me to wake up.
I rub my eye with one hand, and try to sit up a little bit. But it's no use, really. It hurts too much to sit up, and I don't want the stitches to tear either. I don't know how easy it is for them to tear, so I'm gonna be careful anyway.
I look over to Loki, and notice how he was still leaned against the hospital bed. He looked a mess. I mean, I don't exactly know how long it's been that I've been here. Nobody's told me yet, since I was only awake for, like, three minutes last night.
I squeeze Loki's hand, trying to wake him up. I felt bad waking him up, but I didn't want to be sitting here waiting for everyone to slowly wake up.
He turns his head a bit, waking up, but he was exhausted, so he didn't realize what woke him once again.
I do it again, and this time he says, "You're awake?" He still didn't open his eyes, considering he was tired.
"Yeah." I answer.
He turns his head on the hospital bed to face me, and opens his eyes.
"I'll wake the others in a moment, just give me a minute." He says, closing his eyes a bit. He must be terribly exhausted.
"That's fine. They'll wake on their own." I tell him, as he falls asleep again. Honestly, when was the last time he slept more than an hour?

I turn my head to face Sam, as he sleeps. I can't believe he's alive. This entire time I thought he was dead, for sure. It wasn't even in question as to whether or not he was alive. I mean, sure, I could've thought that he survived the gunshot in his neck, and lived a full and happy life, but I didn't expect him to live this long of a life.
My father must've went back to the house as soon as he brought me to one of Hydra's secret locations. I don't remember him telling me why he did all of this shit, so he must've never even mentioned it. And that's what hurts, really. Because I did love him so much when I was a child. It seemed like he loved me, too. Apparently not, though. That's what really hurt the most. To be betrayed by a person you once looked up to, and loved so much. I can't exactly trust anybody fully anymore, now that I think about it. I don't think I have been trusting anybody fully. If I trust too much, I worry I'll have that feeling of betrayal again. And let me tell you, that feeling, is one of the worst feelings of your life. Sure, bullets and knives could have a terrible feeling on your skin, but those feelings have the worst feelings under your skin. Betrayal feels like the world is falling apart, if you're not expecting it.

Its so weird seeing Sam looking just about the same age as me. He was 10 or 11 last time I saw him. He was just a child. He was just a child, younger than me, when someone betrayed him. He was probably so confused and terrified. He probably thought it was just a nightmare, and he'd wake up soon. Yeah, and he did wake up soon. He woke up to realize that the world is full of shit, and not everybody cares about you. He woke up to realize that the stories about happy endings weren't true. Because that's all they are. Stories. Those stories will always end happy, for the readers sake. But they're full of bullshit. It's not real life.
...
Time skip....
It's been about 4 days, I believe. Of course, by now, everybody knew I was awake. I'd be a bit concerned if they didn't.
The doctors told me it'd be hard to walk, and I'd have to basically learn again, considering the place where I got shot messed up a bunch of things. Yeah, not the news I wanted to hear. I need to walk for literally everything. I'll learn quickly, though.
They even suggested physical therapy, but like, no thanks. I don't want to be taunted for not being able to do something, and when I finally accomplish it, the doctors act like it's such an amazing thing, and basically baby talk you. That's from my experience, anyways. When I was 9, I fucked up my left arm pretty badly (how ironic), and for whatever reason, I needed to go to physical therapy. I honestly didn't like the people there to much.

"If you aren't going to go to physical therapy, I recommend trying the best you can to walk, once your healed properly." The doctors tells me. I just lay there, continuing to nod, as if I'm listening.
Obviously I'd walk as soon as I heal.
"I also recommend somebody is by your side when you're attempting to walk." The doctors explains.
Just sit there and nod.
"And don't do anything that will tear the stitches. We wouldn't want that happening."
Nod again.
"Are you listening or just nodding?" The doctor asks.
Don't nod this time.
"No, I'm listening." I lie. I have no idea what he's been saying, to be honest.
"Great, well, I should let you know that you will be discharged from the hospital before later today. You could just check out when you're ready." He says, smiling, and then leaves.
Finally.
When Steve, Bucky, and Peter knew I was awake, they stayed for a while, but they soon had to leave, for they had things they had to do. Apparently, my father keeps trying to escape. What an idiot.
Loki and Sam, however, had nothing to do, so they stayed. I mean, I figured they'd stay anyways. Sam had no job whatsoever, and didn't do anything for over 70 years. And Loki, well, Loki's always there for me. I'd honestly be shocked if he just got up and left.
"So," I begin, "Can we leave now?" I ask, trying to sit up.
"I suppose we can." Loki says.
"Great." I say, a bit unenthusiastically, continuing to try and sit up.
"If you keep doing that, you're gonna hurt yourself." Sam chuckles.
"No, I've got it. I will walk out of here." I say, finally sitting myself up on the hospital bed.
"Not by yourself, you won't. It may seem easy, but it really is the opposite. You were shot." Loki explains.
"Yeah, I got that last part. But just because I was shot, doesn't mean I can't walk. I will walk." I say, trying my best to stand up straight.
"You look like you're about to fall over." Sam says, standing right next to me.
I sigh, "Yeah, that's because I am, now catch me." I say, and he does. Loki wasn't kidding around when he said it'd be hard to walk. The pain is awful, and secondly, the bullet messed up so many things, making it harder for me to get up and walk again.
It's not permanent, though. That's what I was told.
"Would you like a wheelchair?" Sam asks, jokingly.
"Hell no." I answer, as he sits me back down on the bed.
"Then how are you getting out of here?" Sam asks, chuckling.
"I mean, someone, could just carry me out of here." I mutter.
"Absolutely not." Loki says, knowing I'm basically referring to him as that someone.

...
"Are you happy now?" Loki says, carrying me out to Steve's car. I made a call for him to come pick us up
"I could be happier." I joke, as he gives an 'I want to murder you, but I also don't want to do that' kind of look.
He sets me down on the car seat in the back, and sits next to me. Sam is sitting in the front, quite excitedly. He'd never gotten to sit in the front of a car before, honestly. My mother would always tell him to get in the back, and that eventually, he'd be the death of her. She meant that last phrase as a joke, but it's honestly not the funniest anymore. Sam was also fascinated with how a car even looked. I mean, come on, anybody knows that cars in the 40's looked way different than the do now.
I watch as he messed with the buttons on the car, and Steve starts slapping his hand away from the buttons, as he continues to drive at the same time. Apparently, Loki was forced to give the tesseract to Steve when they were leaving. I mean, it made sense, considering it had a lot of power, but they couldn't do much with it. I guess they could make a weapon of some sort. You know, the tesseract would have been such an easy way to get out of the hospital.

Soon, we're back at the tower, and Loki has to carry me again. I could tell he was a bit humiliated, but that was just hilarious. To everyone, he was the God of Mischief, that had no heart. And here he was, literally carrying a girl in bridal style. It's fucking hilarious.

We use the elevator to make it up to the floor that everybody is usually on, and I can see that Sam it's in awe.
"I can't believe you've been here for the past couple months." Sam states, as we step out of the elevator.
"You'll get used to it." I tell him.
"Yeah. Sure." He mutters.
He really hasn't seen outside of that one Hydra base for a long time. I thought, maybe, he'd been moved a couple of times, and seen the world, but apparently not. What a terrible life that is.
"She's back!" Steve shouts, as everyone slowly comes to greet me back, thankful I'm not dead.
"Hooray." Tony says, sarcastically.
"Show more enthusiasm that that." Nat mutters to Tony.
"Right, okay. HOORAY!" He says, again.
"That's not exactly what I was going for.." Nat sighs.
"Well, then, what were you going for?!"
"You know what? It doesn't matter anymore." She admits, and honestly I'd do the same.
"Okay, then." Tony says, already waking away.
"You're just gonna walk away?" Nat asks, jokingly.
"I mean, yeah, I just acknowledged that she's back."
Nat rolls her eyes, and lets him leave.
"We're glad you're okay." She tells me.
"Me too." I say.
"One questions, though, I'm told that's your... brother?" She asks, pointing to Sam, who looked like a kid in a candy shop right now.
"Yeah, it's a long story." I chuckle.
"Oh, please don't tell the long story. You mustn't forget I'm the one holding you right now." Loki says.
"Oh, yeah, right. Can someone keep an eye on Sam, he'll probably get lost." I chuckle.
"How easy is it to get lost here?" Clint asks.
"He would get lost in a single room. That's how easy it is." I tell him.
"Then that kid's got some issues." He says, sarcastically.
"Yeah..." I mutter.
"So sorry to interrupt, but do you mind?" Loki asks.
"Right, sorry. Just bring me back to my room." I tell him, as he's already bringing me back to my room.
I open the door, easily with the flick of my wrist, and he placed me down on the bed inside.
Greeting me there was Sam, the cat. Yeah, I'm gonna have to explain that one to Sam the human.
Loki sighs, sitting down next to me.
"You shouldn't have took that bullet." Loki tells me.
"It was the least I could do." I mention
"You still shouldn't have done that."
"Loki, you've already been shot twice this year, I can't have it be a third time. Another time and you could've died."
"Better me than you." He says.
"Oh, please. You don't deserve getting hurt again. You've been through enough."
"As have you."
I shrug, "Yeah, I know. But you dying would hurt me more than a bullet can."