What if I bleed, What if I break; [Open to anyone in Medbay]

[letmelive]

Claire had somehow managed to sleep through quite a lot in the last day and a half. Maybe she would've woken up sooner if she'd had any idea of what was going on around her, but whether it was the drugs or overall fatigue from blood loss and the energy it had taken to keep awake until shed been put under, she slept through the night and most of the day. She came close to waking up a few times, stirring in her sleep or voices pulling her up from her dreams, but she'd slip under again before fully waking.

After a while, she just couldn't sleep anymore, however. She wasn't particularly quick in the waking aspect, of course. She was aware first that she wasn't in her "bed" in the precinct almost immediately. Her stomach felt oddly numb, and slowly she blinked her eyes open, staring up at the ceiling above her, a look of slightly disoriented confusion passing over her face. One hand moved to her stomach, and she felt the bandage there, remembering.

I got shot. The thought was a little disturbingly calm. She briefly considered sitting up to get a better look around her, but there was a dull ache underneath the numbness, and she decided she was pretty good in the position she was currently in, for the moment. She did turn her head, though, when she caught movement in her peripheral vision.

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[craaazyisland]

If it meant he wouldn't have to remember helplessly watching his mother get shot, Steve would have taken a hundred bullets for her. But the last thing Steve wanted was to turn this into a pityfest for him, and especially with the look on Claire's face right now.

"No, it's fine," he said quickly, shaking his head. "It's not like that. Just-- I agree with you. If I had the choice of getting hurt or letting people I care about get hurt, I'd take it myself every time."

And that turned things awkward. Steve turned a bit red and promptly looked away. "It's just. How good people are."

[letmelive]

"That's right," Claire nodded, wiping the sad look off her face, although the sadness in her eyes still lingered. "And you are a good person, Steve." She never questioned that.

[craaazyisland]

Steve's face matched his hair all of a sudden. After a moment he worked up the courage to look back at her and crack a smile. An incredibly tense and awkward smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Thanks. I should, uh. I should probably go so you can get some more rest. Shouldn't just sit here and talk you to death. Do you need anything?"

[letmelive]

Claire knew that look, but she didn't really know how to reassure him, so she just shook her head.

"No, I'm good. Thank you for coming to see me, though."

[craaazyisland]

"Yeah, of course." He stood up and smiled awkwardly at her again. "I'll be back sometime too. Just try not to give the doctors too much trouble, okay?"

[letmelive]

Claire shook her head, laughing a little. "What is with everyone thinking I'm going to raise hell when I still can't feel much below my waistline?" She smirked, nodding her head at Steve.

"I'll be good."