Bucky smiled. "Alright." Then he let out a short laugh when Steve poked at him. "When we get back to my room, then."
Dr. Rush ran his fingers over the sole of Bucky's foot and he twitched away, toes curling. "You look to be good to go, at least physically. What are you going to do to take care of your mental healthy, Bucky? You should see a psychiatrist, you know."
Bucky sighed. "I don't want to talk about what happened to me. I don't want to relive it even more than I already do." He sat up, curling his arm around his midsection.
"Bucky..." Dr. Rush looked concerned. Then he gave up. "Nobody can force you to get treatment, Bucky, Not me, not your mother. I just hope you'll consider it. At the very least you can get on some meds." He patted Bucky's knee then pulled off his gloves. "Better go look through your mail. You need anything, you let me know, alright?"
Bucky nodded and got this feet. He winced as his thigh pulsed with pain, but there wasn't enough pain to make him not want to walk.
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Dr. Rush ran his fingers over the sole of Bucky's foot and he twitched away, toes curling. "You look to be good to go, at least physically. What are you going to do to take care of your mental healthy, Bucky? You should see a psychiatrist, you know."
Bucky sighed. "I don't want to talk about what happened to me. I don't want to relive it even more than I already do." He sat up, curling his arm around his midsection.
"Bucky..." Dr. Rush looked concerned. Then he gave up. "Nobody can force you to get treatment, Bucky, Not me, not your mother. I just hope you'll consider it. At the very least you can get on some meds." He patted Bucky's knee then pulled off his gloves. "Better go look through your mail. You need anything, you let me know, alright?"
Bucky nodded and got this feet. He winced as his thigh pulsed with pain, but there wasn't enough pain to make him not want to walk.