"Do you think I would have gone through the trouble to get you set up here if I didn't want you here? Yes, I want you here," Bucky says. "Stop worrying about it. Whenever you feel like going home, if you do, let me know and I'll drive you there. Until then, stay here with me and rest up. Don't worry about money or food or anything but getting better."
He's serious about that even if his intentions aren't pure.
"Is there anything you need or want right now? I can get it for you. I don't want you lifting a finger until your lungs are better."
"Okay." Well, that's a lie, and he deserves better for being so nice to her, so she amends, "I'll try not to worry." It'll be hard, since she's worried about money and work for so long, but maybe he has some means to distract her.
She rakes a hand self-consciously through her hair. "I think I gotta clean up before I get in there," she answers with a knowing tilt of her head toward the bed. "I know you work at the hospital, but I've been in there for weeks. I smell like antiseptic."
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He's serious about that even if his intentions aren't pure.
"Is there anything you need or want right now? I can get it for you. I don't want you lifting a finger until your lungs are better."
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She rakes a hand self-consciously through her hair. "I think I gotta clean up before I get in there," she answers with a knowing tilt of her head toward the bed. "I know you work at the hospital, but I've been in there for weeks. I smell like antiseptic."