Thorn in Your Side (Bucky BarnesXOC)

6. You Tried

**3 weeks later**

It's been a few week since I first got here. There's been a few soldiers with small injuries, more from getting drunk and goofing off then fighting in the war. Today might be different as some of the soldiers are headed out on a big mission. Me and the rest of the nurses were given the task of stocking up on supplies and making sure some of the injured soldiers in the tent were taken care of. The first few days I was here Bucky stayed with to help me get used to being around all the people. We were finishing setting up supplies around the cots when a loud commotion started outside, looking at each other and quickly setting the medical instruments up, we all rushed out. 

"TAKE HIM TO THE MEDICS NOW!" A soldier yelled from the camp entrance. "MOVE! MOVE!" 

A few seconds later the crowd parted and four soldiers carrying a stretcher came into view, a fifth soldier with his hand on the injured mans leg. The nurses helped the men take the injured soldier into the tent. I quickly followed and ran up to the cot the man was being put on. 

"Excuse me sir." I said to the man that had his hand on the injured mans leg, quickly seeing that his hand wasn't on the leg but in it. "Oh. Definitely do not move. DOC!" I called out. The doctor immediately ran over and saw what was happening.

 "Alright. When I say 'go' you are gonna quickly switch spot. Betty you are gonna put your hand where his is and not move a muscle. And you sir are gonna go get cleaned up and checked over."

" 3.. 2..1.. GO!" We quickly moved and in milliseconds my hand was clamped over an artery in his right thigh, making sure not to move. 

The man started grunting in pain. " I know it hurts sir. The doc is getting the morphine. Just a few more seconds." 

"Left pocket. Letter f-for my wife. Get i-it to her p-please." He begged. 

"You can send it yourself sir. We got you." I replied, trying not to get emotional. 

"No ma'am I won't. I'm not making it out of here. Not this time." He said between grunts of pain. I shook my head but leaned over to grab the letter out of his pocket.  

"Betty?" A familiar voice said from behind me. I slowly turned, careful to not move my hand. Seeing Bucky with a concerned look on his face and slowly walking over to me. 

"Bucky. " I greeted. Turning back to the man and putting the letter in my apron pocket. " I will send this off for you." I said with a small smile. 

"Thank you ma'am." He said with a weak smile. He looked away from me and I looked back at Bucky, who hasn't moved from the tent entrance. 

"Hello Bucky." I greeted with a smile. His lips twitched up in a smile. 

"I never get used to that." He said while walking up to me. 

"Used to what? Me calling you Bucky?" I asked. 

"No, you're smile. It's nice to see it." He answered with that smile I've seen almost everyday. 

I just shook my head and looked back at the guy that my hand was currently buried in. The doc came back and gave the morphine to the injured soldier and started examining him. 

"No offense to you sir but I can't have you in here Sergeant." The Doc told Bucky. 

"None taken doc. I'll get out of your way. I will see you later Betty." He nodded towards me before walking away.