She Made The Wish △ Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers

Chapter 1: "Shit!"

If there was one thing everyone knew about Ophelia, aside from the fact that she loved Marvel, it was that she absolutely hated hospitals. Ever since her father was diagnosed with cancer she had hated them, even more so after spending countless hours in his hospital room. She learned to hate them even more after he passed away, since he'd been unable to receive any more treatment.

So it was safe to say that the moment Ophelia heard the beepings of the heart monitor, her mind exploded. She knew she needed to get out of there, and started with the tiniest movements- first wiggling her fingers, then her toes, followed by flexing her arms and legs. After a few minute of her rebooting, she was finally able to open her eyes. Though she knew what she was going to see- heart monitors, an iv, other medical equipment, etc- a part of her still flinched upon laying her eyes on the scene. She glared at the white popcorn ceiling and the pristine tiled floors as she ripped the iv out of her arm, not caring about the slight sting it caused.

One of the things Ophelia hated about hospitals were their supplied clothes. Half the time the gowns they dressed patients in were too tiny or too big, all of them complete with a large slit in the back. She wiggled around in the bed and pinched her nose when she felt the uncomfortable slit falling down her back. She felt way too exposed in these clothes, but her normal attire was nowhere to be found. The only table in the room held a glass of water and someone's baseball cap.

She took a moment to wonder whose cap it was, but her thoughts were interrupted by a nurse walking into the room. Her brown hair was pinned to the back of her head, her body clad with light yellow scrubs. She clutched the clipboard in her hands loosely, as if she'd been used to talking to strangers. 'Of course she is used to talking to strangers, you dimwit! It's literally in her job description!' If there was another reason that Ophelia disliked hospitals, it would be because of drugs they put the patients on. Her head was clearly still a bit foggy, and Ophelia didn't like it one bit.

"Hello, I'm Amberlyn and I will be your nurse today." Amberlyn handed her the clipboard, the papers clipped tightly to it. What were supposed to be papers filled with her medical information came up blank.

"I don't understand, shouldn't someone have used my wallet to ID me?"

"There must have been some sort of error in the system, miss. For some reason your information wasn't in the system when we checked. You have to fill it all out instead." Amberlyn asked if she needed anything else, and promised to come back for the papers in a bit. After a shake of Ophelia's head, she Amberlyn was gone.

It took twenty minutes or so to fill in all the blanks and sign in all the right places. Ophelia's hand ended up cramping towards the end, but she toughed through it, just wanting to get the paperwork over with. True to her word, Amberlyn came back five minutes after she finished everything to take the papers back.

"Is there any way you would know if a Susan Martin has called? She's my mother- I'm sure she's worried sick about this."

"I'm sorry, but we have not gotten any callers for you. Would you like to try to give her a call?"

"Yes please, if it isn't too much of a problem." Nurse Amberlyn pulled her cellphone out of her back pocket, flipping it open for the call. Ophelia's fingers pressed the buttons hurriedly, pleading for the universe to give her a break and let her mom pick up. Except she didn't pick up. The number connected her to an elderly woman in the south Bronx named Amelia. Not her mother.

After her failure, Ophelia laid back down on her bed. Ever since the plane had crashed, everything was off- from her senses to her apparently failed ID to her perception of time. That especially bothered her. The nurse had told her that her body was brought into the hospital around two in the afternoon after being found on the beach a half an hour earlier. Yet when her plane went down, it was around one in the morning. Not to mention that her plane wasn't even supposed to go anywhere near the D.C. With all this confusion, she wondered for a moment if she had just gone crazy.