[ When the strokes stop he counts breaths, the rise and fall of ribs pressed against his side.
He loses track of time.
The pain creeps in slowly. A twist in his gut like he'd eaten something that disagreed with his stomach, the midday light a few shades brighter, making him squint.
Easy enough to ignore at first, but after about ten minutes of waiting for it to pass he's stopped his pacing again, slinking toward the shadows and cool dirt beneath the shrubbery where Bucky had found him the first time, his joints screaming with every impacting step. ]
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He loses track of time.
The pain creeps in slowly. A twist in his gut like he'd eaten something that disagreed with his stomach, the midday light a few shades brighter, making him squint.
Easy enough to ignore at first, but after about ten minutes of waiting for it to pass he's stopped his pacing again, slinking toward the shadows and cool dirt beneath the shrubbery where Bucky had found him the first time, his joints screaming with every impacting step. ]