Redemption ||Bucky Barnes||

1. Flight Risk

Everything hurts. I can't understand why. I'm asleep, I shouldn't be hurting. But I am. Everything is throbbing dully, as though I have been in pain for much longer than this.

I open my eyes to find myself in a strange room. Panic accelerates my heart. Where am I? Why am I here? I want to believe that this is a hospital room, that that's where I am. But the room feels off. My only exit right now looks to be an automatic sliding door. I don't think any hospitals have those kinds of doors just yet.

Have I been in a coma for so long that technology has advanced that fast? At this point, it could be very possible. I could be in a different year right now and not even know it. Or, I can go with a more out-there theory—I've been abducted by aliens.

I turn my head slowly to see tubes hooked into me. I look away instantly; I'm not a fan of having things inside of me that are associated with the medical field. Blips and beeps tell me I'm being monitored.

I don't understand why I'm here. What happened that caused me to end up here, in a strange hospital that doesn't seem like one? Somebody can give me answers, surely, but do I want them?

I know for a fact that I'm not dead. If I was, I definitely wouldn't wake up in a bed with railings attached. It's slightly comforting to know that I'm not restrained to the bed, so that rules out an asylum...sort of. But I know I'm not crazy. People usually know if they're sane or not...

Don't they?

I know I'll have authorities on me for this, but I have to get out of here. Some deep part of me tells me that this isn't where I want to be, that something isn't right with where I'm at.

As fluidly as possible, I yank out all the tubes and everything that's stuck inside my body. I find my glasses on a small table before I grab them and adjust them on my face. It's so much better to take in details now.

I get out of the bed a little slower than I would like thanks to my body aches. The worst pounding is in my legs and around my abdomen. With my breaths running fast, I feel slight pain.

What the hell happened to me?

I creep cautiously to the slide door, looking around suspiciously before finding my ticket out. I push the button, and the door moves out of my way. I tiptoe out, seeing that the outside is much different than inside my room. The halls are darker and more technological looking. I've got two directions to go, and I choose right.

I don't run; I walk collectively as though I'm perfectly okay with being in a strange place in a strange hospital gown. I'm fully aware that the gown I'm wearing actually covers my ass, which is nice; I don't want any perverts getting a good glimpse of me from behind.

My hands go to my ribs when I inhale or exhale deeply. My stomach, on top of everything else, growls at me. On top of being in pain, having no idea where the hell I am, I'm starving too.

I freeze when two figures come my way in the distance. I try to think up my next move when they both see me. I do the most logical thing I know: I run away from them.

"Cut her off!" one of the women yells, to whom, I don't know.

I run past my room only to find someone else coming for me in the other direction. I begin to hyperventilate, seeing as how both of my paths are blocked. They're herding me, I realize. Did they know I was trying to make a break? Are there cameras in that room? Are there cameras in these halls? My head starts to pound from over-worrying. They want to make this as peaceful as possible. Don't know if I want to do that.