[He's a bit startled at first when there's a body against his, an arm around him like that. He must be quite a sight.]
Do I look so awful, James? [He manages to tease. If he stays awake, he'll-- likely be fine. It would be quite a shame to die in Bucky's home and leave him quite a hassle to clean up.
There's a wince when he hits the sofa though, lips pursing in a pained expression as he sits and adjusts. The purple is dyed dark with his blood, sticking uncomfortably to the wound when Bucky goes to tug it up. He doesn't complain though -- and the wound underneath looks more like that from a knife than a bullet, at least.
No shrapnel to dig out. That's never a fun experience.
Although who knows if this will be a particularly fun one either. He could think of more pleasant ways to spend his evenings still...]
I will be fine with some stitches, I believe... And a drink. [Should he? Probably not, but something strong sounds rather appealing at the moment.]
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Do I look so awful, James? [He manages to tease. If he stays awake, he'll-- likely be fine. It would be quite a shame to die in Bucky's home and leave him quite a hassle to clean up.
There's a wince when he hits the sofa though, lips pursing in a pained expression as he sits and adjusts. The purple is dyed dark with his blood, sticking uncomfortably to the wound when Bucky goes to tug it up. He doesn't complain though -- and the wound underneath looks more like that from a knife than a bullet, at least.
No shrapnel to dig out. That's never a fun experience.
Although who knows if this will be a particularly fun one either. He could think of more pleasant ways to spend his evenings still...]
I will be fine with some stitches, I believe... And a drink. [Should he? Probably not, but something strong sounds rather appealing at the moment.]