How many times can you save me?

Lost hope

James Bucky Barnes

Noises. Talking. Doors creaking. And one hell of a smell. That's all Bucky could notice. He couldn't move. He didn't remember why. He couldn't open his eyes. But he still could understand a few things. His body came in contact with something cold. And then someone was touching him. No. No No No No No. Stop. His mind was screaming, but his body wasn't responding. Yes, now he remembered. Lohmer, the beating, the. . . Oh God. And now he was gonna go through it again. He had to fight back. He couldn't let this happen.

The hands were on his body once again. Bucky tried to move, to push him away, but to no avail. He was too weak. When the hands started moving downwards Bucky's heart started beating faster and his breathing increases dramatically. No no no no. Please. His mind started again. He gathered all his strength. If he couldn't stop it physically maybe he could verbally.

"N-No" he managed to say, still quite out of it.

The hands stoped moving for a moment. Was this really gonna work? He had to try again. The moment the were placed right above his hips he drew in a sharp breath "S-S-Stop. P-Plea. . .Please" he was starting to panic

The hands weren't stopping. They weren't and he was gonna go through the whole thing again. And he was gonna end up feeling filthy and. . .and dirty and like. . . Suddenly he felt lighter. The hands were no longer on him. Someone was talking to him. Telling him to wake up.

Bucky focused completely on opening his eyes. He had to wake up. With a long grunt he slowly blinked. Everything was a blur. He tried it again. This time he could see a figure above his head. Again. Now the figure looked more human. It looked like. . .

"Dernier?" He whispered

"Hey Barnes" the French man smiled

After a moment of silence and another grunt from Bucky he spoke again.

"How you feeling? And don't say okay. I can see you I ain't blind. This isn't okay"

"It" Bucky coughed "it looks worse than it is" he squeezed his eyes shut and then reopened them fully

"Barnes" the man took a step closer.

The look on the man's eyes was all Bucky needed to understand that he knew. He had somehow figured it out. The man was a doctor after all. Nope not a doctor. A medically trained man, as he had said "Please. Don't tell them"

"Don't worry. It's not my secret to tell anyways. But merde mon amie. You can't work like this"

"Where are the others?" Bucky ignored the subtext of that statement. He couldn't think about that right now.

"They haven't returned yet. Two guards escorted me here about an hour ago. At that time I didn't know why but I have a feeling they didn't take me away because they saw I was tired" he joked

Bucky tried to laugh but what came out was a mixture of coughing and moaning from the pain.

"Can I touch you Barnes? I need to see if you have broken any ribs at least"

Bucky close eyes. He didn't like the idea. But the man was right "Firstly, it's Bucky and secondly help me sit up by the bars while you're at it"

The man obliged. He lifted Bucky by the armpits and dragged him to the nearest bars of the cell. Bucky crept his eyes closed. That went well, he thought. Then the French man lifted his already torn shirt and started pushing slightly along the rib cage.

"Nope" Bucky pushed his away after a moment "no no no. I- I can't do it"

"Hey hey hey. It's okay" Dernier pulled his hands back