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@1960sAgent see, humor is still intact.
" dunno if i could keep anything down " he shrugged, looking down at the IV. " go get something to eat though, i'll be okay "

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starter for: @1960sAgent!
The paper beneath him crinkled time he breathed—every uneven breath that made the bruised ribs beneath the gown flare with pain. Steve pressed a hand to his side, fingers trembling as another wave hit. He didn’t look up when she walked in. He couldn’t.&

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@1960sAgent " isn't my first concussion, mom " he chuckled, wincing as he regretted doing it. maybe it wasn't his first concussion, but collapsed lung? broke ribs. definitely warranted a few more days

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@1960sAgent the nurse comes in, tinkering with the IV pump and taking vitals. he's wincing at the sound of beeping from the heart monitor.

" somehow i feel worse today "

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@1960sAgent Steve stirred, a low groan slipping out as the pain in his ribs flared. His good eye blinked open, blurry at first, then landing on her slumped in the chair beside him.

“Mom…?” he whispered.
He managed a small, tired smile. His hand reached out weakly toward her.

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@1960sAgent “M’kay” he’s mumbling, eyes shutting for the rest ofthe night. Only occasionally moving.

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@1960sAgent mumbling a few incoherent words. shutting his baby blue eye. thebrolli by stopping, which eased the dizziness. “ ‘m ready to go home, mama “ he's slurring

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@1960sAgent wincing at dustins loud voice, though reached out enough to ruffle the boys hair. “ I’m alright bud. go home, get some rest “ he whispers. stating back at his mother. “ the lights hurt so much “

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@1960sAgent glancing over towards the kids, giving them a small wave. showing he was alive. although max was reserved, quieter than usual. " check on her, mom. please" he whispers, eyes shut tight as he motions towards max

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@1960sAgent Steve’s eyes flickered open for a second as the gurney moved, his vision swimming . He felt her hand slide into his, and he gripped it weakly before his eyelids drooped again.

His head fell to the side as another wave of dizziness hit. “Don’t… don’t go…” he whispered

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@OFNERDYISM / hey so yes. i'm a fein for jonathan

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@1960sAgent The next thing he knew, he was being lifted onto a stretcher. Every movement made his ribs scream, his head throb, and his left eye felt like it was going to burst from the swelling. The world tilted, blurred, and the fluorescent lights burned at the edges of his vision.
" mom? "

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@1960sAgent Steve felt the gentle pressure of her hand in his hair and let out a shaky, uneven breath. “I… love you too, Mom,” he whispered, barely above the ringing in his ear. Her words—I’ll be right here when you wake up—stuck in his mind like a lifeline.

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@1960sAgent nodding gently. he still hated they saw it. " love you too mama. " he replied, a slur in his voice. eyes threatening to fall asleep, though he wasn't supposed to.

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@1960sAgent " it all just happened quickly. " he whispered, anything above a whisper made him want to faint. " someone needs to call the kids. they saw it happen " he mumbled, wincing at the bright fluorescent lights

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@1960sAgent “I didn’t want you to see me like this… but I don’t want to be alone. Please… stay. I need you.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into her warmth.

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@1960sAgent Steve let out a shaky breath, leaning into her hands as she cleaned the blood from his nose. “I… I can’t see out of my left eye,” he admitted, voice cracking . “My ribs hurt, my head won’t stop ringing.”

He blinked up at her with his good eye, ashamed but desperate. +

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@1960sAgent He wiped his nose with the back of his wrist, smearing more red than he meant to.

“I’m not trying to scare you,” he said, eyes still fixed on her. blood starting to trickle down his face.

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@1960sAgent gazing at her with the one eye that wasn't completely swollen shut. taking sharp and painful breaths, as he slowly turned his neck towards her. " I'm sorry, mama " he whispered, voice cracking and rough. &&

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His voice sounded foreign—rough, quiet, exhausted.

“They had to clean gravel out of my back.” He swallowed, the movement making his jaw ache. “And I keep getting dizzy if I sit up too fast.”

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The left side of his face was swollen so badly his eye was barely open. A butterfly bandage stretched across his brow, already spotted red. Every inch of him felt scraped, beaten, used “They said I have a cracked rib,” he muttered, “Maybe two.” &&