[Bucky doesn't protest the direction, not that he has much choice in the matter even if he did. Putting one foot in front of the other takes most of his attention, and not standing up definitely sound appealing, even if lying down is probably going to really friggin' hurt. The fact that he's not sure when he's going to be getting up again any time soon after it happens doesn't help it sound too appealing, either.
So maybe he'll just sit down for a while.]
A couple ribs, maybe. Hit my head pretty hard, might've sprained my wrist. [Or it's broken. Either way, it's a good thing he's not left handed.
Another shallow breath - it hurts too much to do anything deeper - and then some hoarse, painful laughter, because:] Didn't this used to be the other way around? I really am turning into you.
Why a raccoon? [He hasn't seen his face yet, and it's more discolored than swollen, so he's not entirely sure what he looks like.] It's really that bad?
Spam (sounds good c:)
So maybe he'll just sit down for a while.]
A couple ribs, maybe. Hit my head pretty hard, might've sprained my wrist. [Or it's broken. Either way, it's a good thing he's not left handed.
Another shallow breath - it hurts too much to do anything deeper - and then some hoarse, painful laughter, because:] Didn't this used to be the other way around? I really am turning into you.
Why a raccoon? [He hasn't seen his face yet, and it's more discolored than swollen, so he's not entirely sure what he looks like.] It's really that bad?