Bucky nodded. His panic was easing, but it still hurt to breathe. He had to break the cycle of breathing to cough some more, and felt more blood come up. That made it start to hurt less, though, and he sagged, pushing his left shoulder into Steve's for support. He said, weakly, "I think I got it all out," and continued to focus on his breathing - watching Steve for the pattern, still not calm enough to hold it on his own or stop completely. "Doesn't hurt as much..."