"I don't care, I'm not leaving you. I wont ever leave you,"
The sound of hospital machines and the smell of bleach is what Sam woke up to.
He groaned and turned over, instantly regretting it as pain shot up his side. He managed not to yell, but a pained groan surfaced. He laid back in his original position and looked around, Bucky was sitting in the corner. There was another chair on sams side, so he assumed someone else was here too. He was slumped over, his head resting on his right hand and his hair covering his face. He was obviously sleeping and Sam didn't want to bother him, but he also wanted to know what happened.
“Bucky.”
Bucky shot up and was at his side in an instant. His hand gripping Sams as he sat in the second chair. Worry was all over Bucky’s face and it made him feel bad. Sam smiled to show that he was doing alright, it seemed to calm him somewhat. The grip he had on Sam’s hand softened, but he didn't let go.
“Yeah, Sammy?”
Bucky rarely called Sam that, he would always call him by his name or some stupid bird-related nickname.
“What happened?”
“Some asshole shot you down, it was one of our targets.”
Sam sighed, he was expecting something like this to happen.
“How long have I been out?”
Bucky shifted in his seat, then looked down.
“A week, they had to do some surgery to get the bullet out.”
Sam murmured a string of curses and turned his head away. He would probably have to stay home for a month or two to heal, which he didn't like. He looked over at Bucky again and took a long look at him. He was clearly tired, the bags under his eyes deeper than normal, his hair was clearly unbrushed and he smelled a bit.
“Buck, go home.”
Bucky looked up at Sam like he was a mad man.
“No, I'm not gonna leave you here.”
He had a feeling like he’d say that.
“Bucky, you need to rest and take a shower.”
He smiled at the last part, to try to lighten the mood in the room. Bucky’s mood didn't change.
“I'm not leaving, It's my fault you’re in here.”
Sam attempted to sit up, pain once again shooting through his side. Bucky was quick to react, as he slowly helped sam relax into his original spot.
“Buck, it's not your fault, you can't--”
“Sam it is my fault. I should have stayed with you. I didn’t.”
Sam softly sighed and grabbed Buckys hand with both of his own. Bucky blamed himself for anything that went wrong, Sam hated that.
“It’s my fault, Sam. I don't know why you continue to put up with me. You shouldn’t have to.”
Sam brought Bucky’s hand up to his lips and kissed it.
“If you’re trying to say that I should leave you, I'm not gonna do that.”
“You should, I’m nothing but a problem.”
Sam looked up at Bucky, a soft smile on his face, which confused Bucky.
“I don't care, I’m not leaving you. I won’t ever leave you, you wanna know why?”
Bucky nodded.
“Because I would never leave the person I love.”
Bucky finally released the tears he had been holding back, he gently moved so he could hold Sam in a hug. They stayed like that for a while, until Sam pulled away. He placed a kiss on Buckys lips and looked him in the eyes. Bucky smiled.
“I love you, Sam.”
“I love you too Buck, but when was the last time you showered?”
They both laughed, the mood in the room finally changing into something happier.