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Two days, Darcy spent in the hospital before she began attempting to tear her eyeballs out. James stayed by her side for the most part, occasionally going home to shower and sleep per Darcy's insistence. She just wanted to go home. She wanted to sleep in her own bed, not attached to machines or with needles stuck in her arms. She wanted to eat proper food, not the crappy processed not-food they served in the cafeteria. She wanted Netflix and to be able to cuddle with her boyfriend without being shouted at by nurses every hour she was awake.
"Ah Miss Lewis. How are you feeling?" The doctor smiled as he read the clipboard contain her medical needs or whatever.
"When can I go home?" She bluntly replied. James wasn't by her side this time, he was at home hopefully sleeping or showering.
"You suffered a stab wound and lost a lot of blood," The doctor started before Darcy interrupted.
"That isn't the question I asked." She scowled at the I.V drip in her arm.
The doctor continued as if she hadn't said a thing. "I'd like to keep you under observation for at least another night. Your ribs have healed and the physical therapy seems to be going well though."
"That's because I want to get out of here." She scornfully replied.
" A nurse will be in soon to give you some painkillers." He ignored her last comment as he left the room, making way for Bucky to enter. He looked freshly shaven and clean. Which was great. He leaned over the bed to kiss her on the lips before sitting back in the chair he claimed as his own. "How're you feeling?" He held her hand as she threw her head back in frustration.
"Ugh. I have to stay another night "under observation" whatever that means." She sighed.
"Darcy you got stabbed." He put it bluntly.
"I know that, I was there. I felt the pain. But I just want to go home and be comfortable and able to cuddle and fall asleep with you without some nosy nurse ruining everything." Darcy whined, while a smirk danced on Bucky's lips.
"I know, I know. I want that to." He sighed kissing her again. "If you can survive one more night, I'll do whatever you want."
Darcy cocked her head. "Anything?"
Bucky confirmed. "Anything."
"You know I'm going to hold you to that right?"
He nodded, "I know."