Out Of Time

hundred thirty-eight

The doctor requested that Morgan be held at least twice a day, cause it seemed to be working. Tony was the only one to have held Morgan so far, but everyone understood. Slowly, three weeks passed by. Morgan was doing better, the wires and tubes slowly not needed anymore. Y/N was a different story on the other hand, and that is why the doctor called Tony into her room to talk alone. Tony was sitting at Y/N's bedside, holding her hand, as the doctor stood at the edge of the bed.

"After have no apparent decline the last few weeks, I was hopefully that maybe we could prepare to wake Y/N," the doctor started. "That is why I ordered multiple scans yesterday. I got all the results back this morning."

"And?" Tony breathed out, extremely nervous. He met Rhodey's gaze through the blinds before focusing back on the doctor.

"And there has been no decline, but there also has been no improvement. After consulting with multiple people, I have decided to keep Y/N sedated for another 3 weeks. Once those three weeks are over, we will wake her, no matter what, and then see what we are dealing with."

"How bad is this, doc? Really?"

"Unfortunately this is one of the worst cases I've seen. But I have hope. Y/N is strong and has been known to miraculously pull through before. I believe that if anyone can get through this it's her."

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"I-I don't know, Nat," Steve shook his head. "What if Tony comes in and gets mad? I don't want to upset him anymore than I have."

"Just hold her," Nat urged. "It's time for her kangaroo care and Tony isn't here yet. That can only mean... just hold her. She's your niece."

Steve looked at Morgan in the incubator before sighing. "Fine. But do I have to take my shirt off?"

"Yes," both Nat and the female nurse replied quickly. With a huff, Steve pulled off his shirt.

"Now, sit in the rocker and I will bring the baby over," the nurse ordered.

Steve nodded as he sat down. He watched, dutifully, as the nurse picked up Morgan and made her way to him. Nervously, he held out his large hands and let the nurse set Morgan in them. Steve listened intently as the nurse instructed him on the do's and don'ts and helped get Morgan settled against his chest. He was so mesmerized by little Morgan that he didn't noticed Natasha taking pictures. He gave his niece a little smile as he rocked her. Rhodey walked in not too long later.

"They're keeping Y/N sedated for 3 more weeks," he told them. "She's hasn't made any progress, good or bad. They're going to wake her no matter what, to see what we're dealing with."

"How's Tony taking it?" Natasha asked.

Rhodey shook his head. "Not well. He's in there right now begging her, and I think God, to make some positive progress, to push through."

"If she doesn't... what is this going to do to him?"

"That's not an option. She has to push through. She has too."

"Your ma's going to fight for you, Mo, I know it," they heard Steve whisper. They turned and watched him. "She's a fighter, and she would never leave you without putting up one... I was told you enjoy your pa singing to ya. You mind if I try? There's this song, your ma used to love and constantly sing. I want to give it a try. So bare with me, okay? Okay..."

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high," Steve began to softly sing, fully focused on the babe in his arms. "There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true... Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops. Away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me... Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why I can't I? If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow, why, on why can't I?"