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"I know you'd hate that I'm blaming myself, but how could I not?" Steve said looking at your sleeping figure.
On your last mission together you were shot twice, one bullet in your stomach and one in your leg. You were rushed into surgery, now you were in a coma. Ever since you got out of surgery Steve hadn't left your side.
"I was supposed to cover you, but I didn't and now look what happened. I know your going to be okay doll, but I part of me can't stop thinking the opposite. Y/N, I can't loose you, and I know your strong. But I need you to fight, I need you to fight for me. I've lost a lot of thing's in my life, your not gonna be the next," Steve cried out holding your hand is his.
