grenadesandohana | Tripler Army Medical Center, Honolulu, Hawaii [Wednesday a week later, dinner time]

Tripler Army Medical Center, Honolulu, Hawaii [Wednesday a week later, dinner time]

The team had come by today to check on them today now that Steve was awake for more than five minutes at time.

He was awake. Awake and bored. Booooooooooooooored. Tired of staring at the ceiling, tired of staring at the wall, tired of eating applesauce and chicken broth, tired of feeling like his head was a balloon trying to drift away thanks to the cocktail of drugs he was on. Tired of the actual balloons, flowers, and cards (even from convicted felons, what the hell, Sang Min, Steve wouldn't send you a card if you'd been in a plane crash).

Steve was taking it out on Danny, who didn't deserve it and had justifiably shut the curtain between them. So now Steve was stuck watching this stupid soap opera he'd insisted he wanted to watch, definitely not falling asleep.

Everything about this situation was stupid and annoying.

[OOC: for the poor roommate.]

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"Yeah, yeah. And then we'll see how well you do on the stairs." Either his place here or Fandom. Both had some.

"I'll be great on the stairs," Steve said. "I can get down the hallway without having to stop now."

But not there and back. It was aggravating.

"Babe." Danny was fully aware of how sweaty and annoyed Steve was every time he came back from that.

Steve shot him a look. "I'll be fine."

"I love you, but you need time here," Danny shot back.

"I've had a week," Steve said sulkily.

"So? It's a lot to heal from," Danny replied. "And to keep healing from."

"I hate it," Steve said. "I feel useless."

Danny sighed, leaning over like he was trying to reach out for him. "You're not useless."

"I get winded walking down the hallway," Steve said. "I did an iron man a week ago."

"You hadn't gotten shot a week ago!" How much did he need to repeat that?

Steve's jaw clenched.

"Could you please, please understand how dangerous this was?" Danny asked.

Every part of Steve was rebelling against thinking about it. He was just...just not ready to sit and realize how close that shave had been.

He nodded.

"We'll be home soon," he promised. "And you can recover there. Without anyone poking you with needles."

"Thank God," Steve said. "They must be running out of needles here."

So many shots. So. Many. Shots.

"Trust me, I'm there with you," Danny grumbled, looking at the bruise where his IV was in his arm.

"That'll be there for a bit," Steve said, glancing over. "But you know that."

"Yeah, yeah," Danny sighed. "I hate this too, okay? But the kids can't see that. You know?"

Steve nodded. "I know."

It was why he was taking his frustrations out solely on Danny.

Of course he was! But they where both dealing with some bottled up shit right now. So fixing that aspect was... on the wayside.

"Good."

It was definitely not healthy, but when had Steve ever reached for the healthy outlet?

Steve reached for the remote and turned on the game.

"Thank you." He'd die if he had to watch that soap.

"You're welcome, Danno," Steve said. "I care deeply about--" he squinted. "--Pittsburgh playing San Diego."

"It's better than infomercials." If he had yo watch someone throw a plate on the ground one more time...

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