Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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It's November eighth which means it's been like a week since Halloween which means I am due for my one week post-op appointment in the clinic which means I should be with Bucky in the waiting room and freaking out, right? No. He called out on a mission early this morning and woke me up when he was trying to calmly and quietly get out of bed but much like him, any very small movement especially when we haven't cuddled in a month wakes me up immediately and I groaned in annoyance when he told me.

It really killed my entire mood for the morning.

I wouldn't have cared much at all if it was literally any other day but this was a curse when it landed on the day where I had to go in and get everything checked out and probably some things removed which scared me to disbelief because my biggest supporter is gone but, I have my second one with me.

Steve.

God bless him.

Steve immediately woke up when he was scheduled out on the mission too and didn't even get dressed to come jogging down to mine and Bucky's room to tell us that he switched himself out with Natasha so he could go with me and that almost made me cry half from his instant thought of taking care of me, knowing I hate doctors and the other half from me sitting up caused a lot of pain in my stomach and almost dropped my heart rate but after a quick check from both soldiers and them agreeing, I was dressed.

We headed down to try and eat some food where I can only have some some thickness of a smoothie Steve has perfected over some nights of trying and trying. It's a simple watermelon and banana which doesn't sound all too good but it has helped me so much over the days that I haven't needed my insulin in a while. All we are doing now is sitting in the waiting room after Steve took my patient forms from me and filled them out with my help since I was shaking so bad, I couldn't write.

"Alright, Y/n." Steve sighs and gets up from the chair when the nurse calls for me and almost everyone's eyes shoot to me. "Ready?" He asks

"What a question to ask when I am in a clinic." I huff and grab his hand when he holds it out to help me stand. "I am never ready." I mutter

"It will all be okay when we get going." He promises and helps me get to my feet before wrapping an arm around my waist to help me shuffle to the door where the nurse waits

"Y/n?" The nurse questions and looks me up and down with his eyebrows furrowing in question for how I showed up and personally, I though my outfit looked good. "Where is your wheelchair?" He asks as Steve and I slowly walk past him with me being slow and Steve taking his time with me

"It hurts like Hell when I sit down." I grimace as I move my feet against the hard tile floor. "I can feel every stitch in and out of my stomach and these tubes are really starting to piss me off." I honestly tell him

"Dr. Hadley is not going to like this." He shakes his head in disappointment that looks fake as Hell and follows me down to a room I am blindly walking to with my slumped shoulder and shaking knees. "You are not supposed to leave your bed or wheelchair. Much less stand and walk." He adds as he walks with us and ahead while writing my words down

"I don't know what to tell you." I sigh and grip Steve's right hand in mine when it comes out to hold me better. "I've been in pain for two days and my medicine isn't working. The thing that helps the most is standing." I try to reason with the nurse who isn't fucking listening to me

"There is no excuse." He doesn't relent and I roll my eyes as I huff out a groan of pain and squeeze Steve's hand like a stress ball and he doesn't mind. "Dr. Hadley had specific orders for strict care and it seems like none of your caregivers are listening." He bounces his eyebrows at the clipboard he has in total judgement for how my family ares for me and each other