by Steve Rogers 2/12/2012, 10:11 pm
I stumble in, gasping for air. I took a few shakey steps and collapsed onto my bunk. I took in long, slow, shakey breaths as I tried to force the pain away. I looked down t my bare chest. Blood ran down my sides. The wound must have reopened. But right now, I didn't care. I was far, far too tired. I crawled under the covers and fell asleep imediatly