[Steve watched out of the corner of his eye as Bucky pulled blankets off. He'd be there to pull them back on when the chills started again, but he was glad that Bucky was lucid enough to identify what he needed to do and do it without help.
He leaned over and untangled the blanket from his ankle, letting it fall to the floor. Then he pressed the back of his hand to Bucky's forehead, then his cheek.]
You're not gonna die, Buck. You might just wish you would.
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He leaned over and untangled the blanket from his ankle, letting it fall to the floor. Then he pressed the back of his hand to Bucky's forehead, then his cheek.]
You're not gonna die, Buck. You might just wish you would.