[Bucky is absolutely being a horrible patient. He'd tried to sit through the exams and treatment without complaint - he knows he has to do this, and he knows the doctor(s) have been working pretty much round the clock, so he doesn't want to be a pain in the ass - but that got progressively more difficult the longer they went on.
He's not scared of hospitals, or doctors, or needles or getting stitches or anything, but he's definitely set on edge by the whole situation, and the uneasiness has translated to getting snappish and short, especially after he'd had to sit through an MRI to make sure his skull wasn't fractured. The machine being completely unfamiliar hadn't exactly helped him relax either, but the worst part by far had been being in pain, flat on his back, and subjected to tests by some doctor he doesn't really know or trust, and he's just kind of desperate to go somewhere to lick his wounds in private.
Jack asks questions too, both to make sure he's comfortable and understands what's going on, but also about why he tenses up when he makes certain moves, or handles certain tools. Not in a probing way, really, just like they're having a conversation about it, and as nice as that is to not feel interrogated, it still pisses him off.
Things had sort of hit a low point when Bucky and Jack had started yelling at each other about whether or not he's going to be staying the night here. They're both exhausted, stubborn and not in the mood to deal with anyone else's shit, and Jack knows this is the safer choice and Bucky knows he's not going to be able to sleep or get comfortable here, so they're at a bit of a standstill.
And then Steve shows up, and Jack probably has a comment for him when he sees him walk in, because please feel free to take your stupid friend somewhere else and call me if he starts bleeding out of his ears.
So although Bucky still looks miserable and is definitely grouchy and sore, he is relieved to see Steve. He's got a bandage around his head for the cuts on his scalp, another around his left hand, and his left arm's in a sling. His ribs have been wrapped up too, and he's on a lot of painkillers right now, but they're not really doing enough to turn him into a floppy, sleepy mess just yet.]
So why the hell'd they send you? [It's supposed to be a joke, but he's so burnt out and angry right now that it probably doesn't come out right. He grimaces, although his expression's somewhere between guilt and pained, and gathers up his jacket (which definitely needs a wash and a patch job) with his good hand before slowly starting to slide off the bed.
Spam (looks good to me C:)
He's not scared of hospitals, or doctors, or needles or getting stitches or anything, but he's definitely set on edge by the whole situation, and the uneasiness has translated to getting snappish and short, especially after he'd had to sit through an MRI to make sure his skull wasn't fractured. The machine being completely unfamiliar hadn't exactly helped him relax either, but the worst part by far had been being in pain, flat on his back, and subjected to tests by some doctor he doesn't really know or trust, and he's just kind of desperate to go somewhere to lick his wounds in private.
Jack asks questions too, both to make sure he's comfortable and understands what's going on, but also about why he tenses up when he makes certain moves, or handles certain tools. Not in a probing way, really, just like they're having a conversation about it, and as nice as that is to not feel interrogated, it still pisses him off.
Things had sort of hit a low point when Bucky and Jack had started yelling at each other about whether or not he's going to be staying the night here. They're both exhausted, stubborn and not in the mood to deal with anyone else's shit, and Jack knows this is the safer choice and Bucky knows he's not going to be able to sleep or get comfortable here, so they're at a bit of a standstill.
And then Steve shows up, and Jack probably has a comment for him when he sees him walk in, because please feel free to take your stupid friend somewhere else and call me if he starts bleeding out of his ears.
So although Bucky still looks miserable and is definitely grouchy and sore, he is relieved to see Steve. He's got a bandage around his head for the cuts on his scalp, another around his left hand, and his left arm's in a sling. His ribs have been wrapped up too, and he's on a lot of painkillers right now, but they're not really doing enough to turn him into a floppy, sleepy mess just yet.]
So why the hell'd they send you? [It's supposed to be a joke, but he's so burnt out and angry right now that it probably doesn't come out right. He grimaces, although his expression's somewhere between guilt and pained, and gathers up his jacket (which definitely needs a wash and a patch job) with his good hand before slowly starting to slide off the bed.
He's probably going to need a hand up.]
Everything okay?