Saving Bucky Barnes

Chapter 32

I woke up in agony. Pain ripped through my entire body, drumming through my head. I wished I was still asleep. A nurse with curly blonde hair came in. She looked worried.

I am glad your awake. She said.

I am not. I replied groaning. How bad is it ? I asked.

Do you really want to know?

Yes. If its bad news come out with it. I'm dyeing arn't I?

Not yet. But there is a chance you will.

Explain.

In about twenty minutes, you are about to go in for your fifth surgery.

And its going to kill me right?

Not the operation itself. You see the pain meds we use are very strong. And in your condition, your immune system is very weak, and the meds cause very bad fevers. Very few in your condition survive the fevers.

Statistics?

Only about 15% of people live.

I whistled softly and then regretted it when the pain shot through me.

So this is it? I said under my breath.  

Im so sorry. The nurse said.

Its fine. I am going to need to say some things to some people before surgery. May I?

Yes. Who would you like to see?

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. One at a time please.

I will get them for you.

She left the room. I closed my eyes and leaned my aching head against my pillow. I was going to die. I had no reason to believe I would survive. I opened my eyes when the door opened.