Bucky smiled. He moved with Steve, trying to help get himself untangled. He stilled when Steve touched his legs, took a deep breath, let it out, reminded himself it was Steve - and Steve had been carrying him back and forth to the bathroom for two weeks and helping the nurse with his bandages until they could be taken off completely - then nodded. "Okay." He braced his hand on Steve's shoulder and lifted his hips to help.
The sweatpants slid on easily and Bucky relaxed back down before pushing himself upright. "Shirt. Will you tie my hair back for me, too?" He pulled off his oxygen line - the only one he still had and it was of course long enough to wrap around his body multiple times.
His breathing instantly went shallow, then purposefully deep - the damage to his lung had been severe and wasn't healed enough yet for him to stop using the oxygen, but he had to get dressed somehow - as he tried to draw in breath enough to keep from going light-headed. He held his right arm out in front of him.
Clothes, real clothes, for the first time in months. Not just hospital gowns or rags or nothing.
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Date: 2014-06-06 04:38 am (UTC)The sweatpants slid on easily and Bucky relaxed back down before pushing himself upright. "Shirt. Will you tie my hair back for me, too?" He pulled off his oxygen line - the only one he still had and it was of course long enough to wrap around his body multiple times.
His breathing instantly went shallow, then purposefully deep - the damage to his lung had been severe and wasn't healed enough yet for him to stop using the oxygen, but he had to get dressed somehow - as he tried to draw in breath enough to keep from going light-headed. He held his right arm out in front of him.
Clothes, real clothes, for the first time in months. Not just hospital gowns or rags or nothing.