sorry for the seizures

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, startled by something. Might be his dreams, might not. He didn’t remember enough of them to tell.

What he remembered of them usually went like this:

He woke up alone. Statics filled the air. The streets buzzed. The punches never came, and he just walked the streets until he was on the ground, in front of an alleyway. The dusty lamppost stood between him and the entrance. The light flickered the way usual household light bulbs did, but slower.

Then he woke up, alone, the newest podcast playing on loop in his ears. The light was always off.

It really wasn’t much to go by.

even more bc it has to run its course 

Seizures

(A/N): I’m so sorry anon, I hope you start to feel better soon :( 

 Request: Hey… it’s the seizure anon from a while ago. I just had a grand mal seizure, I happened to be sitting and I fell off my chair and banged up my self pretty bad during the convulsions I’m in the hospital but I can’t speak at the moment, it should come back soon and I’ll be okay. I was wondering if you could write something where the avengers cheer me up or something that would be great thank you

 Warnings: hospital rooms 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

You may want to read the original one but you don’t have to :)


Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

   You had been feeling light headed all day and yet you had dismissed it, and that was the worst decision you could have made. 

   You were cramming to get paper work done, files from past missions, on new enemies, new weapons, on all sorts of things. You had two full stacks of said paperwork to get through and you sure as hell weren’t going to stop because you were feeling light headed. Others worked around you, leisurely working while you worked briskly, hurriedly, as you tried to finish your paperwork before you got home and- and- did your paper seem to be coming in and out of focus? You squinted to try and see if they were but it was no use, now you couldn’t even see the papers- in fact, you didn’t even know if you had paper to begin with. Everything was starting to become hazy, your mind was dulling all the while the fuzzy sight was getting worse and your headache getting stronger. 

   You reach up to grip your head in an attempt to get the pain to stop but it didn’t feel right- as though your fingers weren’t even really there and that’s when it hits you- the feeling of hitting something against your head before you black out completely. 


    There was a soft beeping surrounding you, the steady noise was accompanied by soft whispers, from many voices which you knew- or know. 

   What had happened? You’d been at work one minute and now suddenly you were- hell, you didn’t even know where you were. You shift a bit, only to find that your body was pressed right up against another, a warm, broad body to be more specific. 

    “(Y/N),” The voice whispers, so painfully familiar to your ears. “(Y/N), are you okay?” You go to answer but when you open your mouth not a single sound comes out, not even a little whisper. “The doc said you may not be able to talk for a bit,” There’s a warm hand on your face, just as warm as the body beside you. “It’s me doll, it’s Bucky-"  It was Bucky. Bucky was with you. You were fine. God- you had forgotten who he was, you had forgotten who Bucky fucking Barnes was.

   You sigh shakily, at least you could still breathe.  

   "We have a board for you to write on until you can talk again, somehow the rest of your nerves remained intact,” Now you didn’t know that voice, you had recognized Bucky’s but whoever this was- you had no clue. 

  Bucky must have sensed the wariness in your voice for he suddenly whispers to you,

    “That’s Nat, your best friend, besides me of course,” Bucky’s little comment made your spirits a bit brighter, and you’re sure an almost smile made its way to your lips. “Wanda’s here, so is Tony and Steve and Clint and Bruce, hell, even vision and t'challa showed,” what happened? Why were they all here? Where were you? Where- 

   "You hit your head pretty well when you fell,“ Wanda whispers, her voice now familiar. "And you’re in a hospital, being treated for injuries,” How long had you been here? How long had others been waiting on you to wake up? “You’ve been in here about 4 days. Like I said, you hit pretty hard," 

    "But we’re here for you,” Bucky whispers as he presses a soft kiss to the space between your eyes. “And we’re not gonna leave until you feel better.” God- you couldn’t even argue any about any of this, about all this fussing. You were fine, really (not really but you sure as hell didn’t need so man people worrying about you).

    You sigh shakily as you turn your head, burying your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. Bucky’s arm pulls you closer to him, to the point your nearly sitting on his lap but after just waking up to find out that you couldn’t speak you honestly didn’t give a damn right now. 

   "Tony bought you an entire flower shop,“ Bucky whispers. "When you wanna open your eyes you can look around at all the god awful smelling flowers he brought you. Steve brought some of those stupid reality shows you like to watch when you’re feeling down-” Bucky presses a gentle kiss to your ear, slowly but surely beginning to melt you (you always had been a sucker for kisses). “And don’t tell anyone but Wanda snuck in some soup for you,” You smile softly, but it still felt a little strange and yet it still felt natural at once. And while it was unnatural to be laying in a hospital bed, socializing with your best friends was natural. Everything felt weird but natural at once, making your head ache in pain. 

   "But for now,“ Bucky’s tone is much softer than before. "You need to get some rest, doctors orders,” His lips are once again a your forehead, gently soothing your every nerve. “Don’t worry doll,” He whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. “I’m not gonna leave your side, you’re safe with me,” and with Bucky’s words glued In your mind you drift to sleep, the soft voices of your friends creating a soft soundtrack to your dreams.

  • I think I have died, but my body is still trying to hold on...

First breakthrough seizure: “Oh my god. Oh shit. GUYS IM GOING TO HAVE A SEIZURE! WTF!!! HELP!!”

Fifth breakthrough seizure: “Woah, okay. Sorry, I just gotta sit down a sec,”

Fiftieth breakthrough seizure: “Yeah, hold that thought- brb,” *seizes* “K, back. What were you saying?”