Everything in me seizes up at what Bucky almost says, and noticeably. I lower him carefully to the bed, pushing his shoulder back with one hand and helping his leg make the last few inches over the edge of the mattress so he's lying fully on it.
"No, you're not," I tell him, "but you will be. Good night, Buck."
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Date: 2011-11-07 05:41 am (UTC)"No, you're not," I tell him, "but you will be. Good night, Buck."