I Need You) Romanogers Fanfic

Part 15

Natasha P.O.V.
"Steve, should I know a James Barnes?" I asked again, fear now gripping inside me as the three men stood over me exchanging fearful looks between themselves and me.
"Maybe, we could bring him in and jog her memories?" Clint suggested.
"Is that really a good idea, she nearly died last time that happened!" Fury reapplied, finally giving some emotion into the conversation.
"Guys, I am right here, what is happening?" I snapped, I tried to hard to talk, and felt pain ripple through me as I grimaced and moaned. I tried to flinch from the pain, but Steve gently held me in place till I relaxed.
"Nat, do you remember when I got you out of the hydra compound, do you remember much of that?" Steve asked.
"No, I mean, I was losing a lot of blood, bu-" suddenly it hit me, and I shuddered from the painful thought, again, causing pain, "Steve, they brainwashed me! I don't remember who this James is! Were we friends? Was he an agent?" I started to ask questions till I coughed. Steve reached up and grabbed the oxygen mask for me. The monitor showed my heartbeat was starting to speed up from confusion.
"Tash, take it easy," Steve soothed. He began to stroke my forehead again to calm me down. Clint gave my hand a gentle squeeze, all three men worried I would injure myself again.
"Should I know a-" I began to cough vigorously, I sat up and I felt another wave of pain wash through me. Steve and Clint were both at my side in an instant, holding me up and patting my back. Fury came over to hold the mask over my face. They were all telling me to relax, but I honestly wasn't listening. I realized that by moving, I had torn some stitches.
"Alright, come here," Steve encouraged as he gently helped me lay back down so that I wouldn't hurt myself further.
"I'm going to go get a doctor," Fury stated as he left the room. He wouldn't admit to being scared, but I saw a tear running from his eye as he left the room.
"Crap," Steve whispered as he stood up and walked around the bed.
"What?" I asked, worried what would cause him to 'swear' like that. "Steve?"
"It's ok, you just popped some of your stitches," he answered. I looked down and saw that blood was showing through my sheets, and at this point, I had no blood to spare. Clint walked over and looked at the damage, he gave me a look that showed all his concern. I hated all these pity looks I was getting, but I really didn't have the strength to retaliate at this point.
A doctor came in a few moments later. I looked at his face, and I felt like I might have known him from somewhere. Steve moved to the side and the man came and looked at were I was bleeding. "So, we've popped the stitches. Mrs. Romanoff, you really need to be more careful," he prattled on and he pulled up my gown a bit to look at the skin. I tensed and tried to get away, I started to feel like I was back at the facility, that this man was going to beat me.
"Nat!" Steve jumped to my side and gently held me still.
"Steve, don't let him-" my mind was going a million miles a minute with fear.
    "Natasha, he is here to help you, okay? I won't let him hurt you. You are safe now, I've got you," he began. I looked into his ocean blue eyes and felt the world around us stop. I relaxed and held his hand, he gave a swift nod to the doctor, who began to suture the wound.
    A few moments later, the doctor was done. Steve gave me a kiss on the forehead and stood up, but kept holding my hand. "Is she okay?" He asked.
    "Oh, she'll be fine. I really just don't want her to move, which I know is hard for a patient who has been through so much trauma. Might I suggest we get some restraints? I know this sounds odd, but I really don't want to risk her moving anymore," the doctor suggested.
     "No," Steve and I said very quickly and at the same time. I was done being held down and having people work on my body. The doctor nodded his head and grabbed a needle from his tray.
     "Ok, I'm just going to inject this and it should help with the healing," the man started, "it might hurt a bit, but you cannot move."
      I nodded my head, and Steve placed his hands on my shoulder to hold me down. I felt the needle go in, but I didn't flinch. I had been trained not to show pain, and when I needed to, I could walk over glass and act as if it was a sandy beach.
     I could feel him slowly putting the liquid in, when the door suddenly burst open. "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER!" Someone shouted and rammed into the doctor. In his blinded rage of a run, he barked into me and flipped the hospital bed that I was laying on. The man who burst into the room landed on top of me, and I saw his metal arm.
      "I COMPLY! I COMPLY!" I shouted as I began to crawl backwards, my bones that had been set by pins moving into awkward and wrong positions, blood pouring from my wounds. "Please, I comply, I don't want this shit anymore! STEVE" I yelled.
     "NATASHA!!" Steve yelled as he jumped over the bed and too my side, the world started to spin again, but I was detained not to go under.