Possibility of Tomorrow - 5

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 The next morning the Girl started sweating profusely. Wanda and Nat changed her clothes and cooled her down with cold water. It helped for an hour. By the end of the day, she had a growing fever. Sam had given her another IV and fever-fighting medicine.

 In the middle of the night, she started murmuring words that didn't make sense. By the second day, it was clear she couldn't be left alone. They all started taking shifts to tend to her. That was also the day she started puking. After the first few times, it was her dry heaving as she moaned. The fever got worse; she didn't wake. 

By the fourth day, she was so weak she couldn't move, just lay there shivering and sweating and moaning. Bucky was the only one who could get her to sleep peacefully. She'd latch onto his metal arm, bury her hot forehead on it and sigh. If they were lucky, she'd go to sleep for a few hours. They couldn't pump liquids and nutrients into her fast enough. 

On the fifth day, she started hallucinating and stopped puking. She'd scream and shriek in different languages, throwing herself at whoever was closest in an attempt to get out the door. She was so weak she would crumble if she tried to stand. The only good thing about that stage was the fact they could get nutrition and water into her. Until she puked it all back up on the seventh day. 

She just lay on the bunk sobbing as she curled up. The others left her be in the cabin, only going in at night to sleep. They were all healed up, Nat was still sore, but the skin was smooth. 

Bucky was the only one who would just sit with her, no matter what. Her fever was at an all-time high, and she couldn't keep anything down. The hallucinations were awful, and all she could do now was lay there and shake in fear and pain. She'd screamed herself raw and cried herself dry. She'd awoken a few times now but always under heavy influence.

 Bucky sat next to her and brushed back her hair periodically that was plastered to her forehead. She never recognized him when she woke you, always thrashing as best she could and moaning in place of screaming. He had to coax her back to trusting him every time and then back to sleep. 

Sam was almost positive she wouldn't make it past the night, but Bucky was stubborn. He'd saved her; he wasn't about to give up on her now. He'd taken off the blanket so that she could cool down and had the girls change her into shorts and an undershirt so that her skin could breathe. He'd taken to cooling down her skin with a wet rag, often trying to steady her raging fever. She still murmured and moaned and muttered in different languages, but she welcomed the cool, leaning into it. 

Out of the group, he'd been the one who had recognized all of the different languages she's switched to. Nat had recognized most of them also, but the others were mainly in the dark. There was no way Bucky was going to translate either, Nat too. 

Bucky took a quick break stretching his legs topside in the cold air before going back down. "Hey, darling. I'm back." He said softly, reaching down with his cold left hand to press against her forehead, simultaneously telling her it was him and cooling her off. The Girl moaned, leaning into his touch. 

"Shhh. You're hot again." Bucky gently began to cool her off again. To his surprise, she clung to his other hand as well. Then it hit him, he'd been outside, to her his whole body was probably cold. 

"Okay, darling, this might be awkward, but it'll cool you off." Bucky gently lifted her up and slid into the bunk. Carefully he laid her on top of him like his mother had done years ago for him. 

She latched onto his metal arm, warping as much of herself as she could around it. She was so small the way she curled made her fit almost completely on his chest. 

Bucky carefully shifted so that her back was firmly on his chest, so she didn't slide off while asleep, "Shhh. You go to sleep, okay? I'll be here when you wake up." 

The Girl sighed and tried to burrow deeper into his chest before going to sleep. Bucky drifted off soon after the solid weight on his chest. 

Her fever broke on the eighth day.

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