I'm Alive

The glass was flecked with drops of melted flakes, the air around the capsule was frosty and crisp. My breath was visible as it hung in the air before my face for mere moments before evaporating away. Medical beeps and ticks filled the air as a weak human body stumbled out onto the floor, panting as if he'd been running for miles and miles, he coughed as he held himself up with his arm.
"Bucky." Rogers slipped past the security and helped him to his feet, quickly moving him over to an examining table.
"Man it's good to see you." Bucky chuckled as if to break the awkward stiff hair between them.
"Pardon me, Mr. Rogers, but we need to. . ." A doctor walked up to them, pausing as if to wait.
"Right, of course. I'll be outside, Buck. I'm not far." Steve gave him a pat on the back and quickly walked out of the room.
"Nurse, here. Now." I side stepped another doctor and he snapped his finger for me to stand beside the soldier, he forcefully took my hands and made me prop him up. "Keep him stable as I check him over."
"Yes, sir." I responded quietly. Bucky anxiously looked away from me and the doctor, his glance taking him out the viewing window towards Steve who stood watching. He looked like a lost puppy.