06-19-2016, 12:19 PM
Steve continues to hold him, lightly running his fingers through Bucky's hair. "Your doing great" Steve picks up the water bottle that had rolled over to the side, opening it and allowing Bucky to drink what was left. All they could do was sit and wait. Nearly two hours in Bucky was still fighting the contractions, stronger now than before. In the silence of the room they eventually hear the intercom pick up only for them to say something that Steve doesn't understand. The only thing Steve knew is that it was Russian, but Bucky knew exactly what it meant. The words had been spoken many times, and each time had always been worse then the last.