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“Goddamnit Steve, I’m fine!” Bucky called, rubbing his sunken red eyes. He wished he wasn’t there, especially since he felt like shit after the night they had. Steve hadn't drank near as much as he did, so Bucky was left feeling miserable and Steve as chipper as a chipmunk.
“No you’re not, Bucky,” Steve stated promptly, digging through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Steve only had some cough drops and a dry washcloth. He frowned, turning to Bucky. “I’m gonna go to the store and get you some soup and aspirin. How’s that headache of yours?” He asked. Bucky grimaced, slouched on the floor of the bathroom with a trash can beside him.
“It’s not that bad, Stevie, I’m fine,” Bucky mumbled, clutching the trash can. Immediately after saying this, he doubled over and emptied his stomach into the can, an unpleasant sound coming with it. Steve frowned.
“Are you cold?” Steve asked, leaning down to feel Bucky’s forehead. “I think I should check your temperature,” Steve said, brushing Bucky’s brown hair away from his forehead.
“I’m fine, Steve,” he growled, trying to brush Steve’s hand away. Steve sighed.
“You don’t seem fine,” Steve said. Bucky then began wheezing into his elbow. Steve frowned, leaning down to sit next to Bucky. “C’mon, just let me take care of you,” Steve said sincerely, staring into Bucky’s glazed blue eyes.
Bucky sighed, then coughed into his arm again, sniffling.
“Okay, fine, but only because I love you so much.” Bucky said with an eye roll, his voice sore from all of the coughing and vomiting. Steve smiled.
“Grab a few blankets from my couch, I’ll be back in less than an hour,” Steve said, his silvery blue eyes glimmering in the dim light as he got up from the floor of the bathroom.
Bucky coughed into his arm again, kneeling over the trash can as Steve walked out of the bathroom.
“You don’t need to be doing all of this. It’s just a bit of a hangover, that’s all!” Bucky called, wheezing after he yelled.
Steve huffed, but glanced back into the bathroom. “Don’t touch the stove either, ok?” Steve said, watching Bucky grumble on the floor of the bathroom.
“I don’t even want to think about cooking right now,” Bucky mumbled. Steve smiled, walking towards the door of his apartment and opening it.
“Be back soon!” He called. Bucky laid on the floor like a sick child. Steve was out the door in a moment, heading for the store.