Avengers Imagines

Not Well ~ Steve Rogers part: 3

Groaning you force your sore body to awaken as you slowly open your eyes. A faint reccuring beep kept sounding and there's an odd smell in the air. With your eyes finally focusing you glance around. You find the beeps coming from a machine next to you. Glancing dowm you find a small machine clipped to your finger and several IVs taped down your skin. "Hey there." You find Steve sitting in an uncomftorable looking chair at your right. He looks different -haggard. He gives you a smal smile. "I'm glad you're awake." His voice is soft and gentle, not his usual enthousiastic tone. "Where am I?" You ask softly, your throath dry and raw. Steve grabs a cup with a straw and brings it to your lips. You take several draws before he sets the cup aside again. "You're in the hospital. You've been here for two days." He answers. "What?" You frown and try to push yourself up. Instead you wince and realize you are not strong enough. Steve reaches out and takes your bandaged hands in his hands. Making you realize both your palms were bandaged. "What's the last thing you remember?" He asks gently. You try to piece your memories together but they were like crayons and someone decided to put a blow dryer on it. They all melted together in an odd pool. As if sensing your thoughts Steve continues. "You met me in the park, you told me to do a lap on my own. While I was circling back to you, people told me you fell and cut your hands. You got back up again but blacked out." You could remember him giving you a water bottle but nothing more. "You were running a seriously high fever." He says. "Apperently you caught on sone sort of bug. Why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good that morning?" "I didn't know." You responded. His grip tightens gently on your finger tips. "Well either ways, the doctors told me you will be great in no time." You smile, a soft yawn escaping your lips. You apologize. "Don't." Steve smiles. "Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere." He says. You try and protest. "That's sweet, but you don't..." "You're right." He leans over and kisses your temple softly. "I don't have to, I want to."

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