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This is the IC inbox for Bucky Barnes at Snowblind.

Network name: @bucky; formerly @j, @username, and @robertsmith

This is the place to contact Bucky over the Network. Contact by voice, text, or video is all perfectly acceptable, and there is no need to plot with me prior to posting in this inbox.

Any contact for @j following day 125, @username following day 190, or @robertsmith following day 224 will be met with the following message: USER NOT FOUND.

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I'm not your patient.

[He's got enough with being Watson's patient, so the rebuttal is harsher than intended.]

You prescribed drugs to me once, that's all.

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It's an ongoing prescription, and thus we have an ongoing relationship. [Wilson huffs out a sigh.] Look, I'm not going to harass you. I'm not stupid; I know that won't do any good. But I'm going to check in every once in awhile. You have your meds to get some sleep at night, and I have reassurance so I can get some, too. Alright?

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[He feels the tiniest tug of guilt. Does he need to be a jerk to a man just trying to help?]

I'm going to need them again soon, they got used faster than intended.

[Faster than he could use them if it were just for insomnia.]

[oh_negative]

[Welp, everything Wilson just said might be going right out the window.]

Faster than intended? Jay, Fentora comes with precise instructions for a reason. You really shouldn't use more than the prescribed dosage. Are your sleep troubles that serious?

[There's an emphasis on sleep troubles that suggests they are not talking about sleep troubles.]

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[His head is swimming far too much for this conversation. There's silence for a moment as he struggles to pull focus, get grounded.]

It had to be used as an anaesthetic for surgery.

[He doesn't say his surgery, though that's probably obvious with how slurred his words are.]

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Surgery?

[Wilson wasn't expecting that one. Time to ask a litany of questions that he's sure Bucky won't answer.] Done by whom? What happened? Are you okay?

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[Wow. That's a lot of questions and Bucky only really hears half of it. He's trying not to snap or be too paranoid; after what he did to Watson, he's desperate to somehow get hold of himself. It means Wilson gets a slightly more open Bucky than usual. Something he may regret when the Vicodin wears off.]

I'm fine.

[Firm, solid.]

It was an amputation. Frostbite.

[oh_negative]

[Right. Okay. Slow down, Wilson. He does his best to level out his voice, to sound firm but not clipped. Bucky's talking to him, at least. That's... Different. Between that and his slurring speech, Wilson can guess the answer to his next question.

He asks anyway. He has a feeling that just making assumptions isn't going to get him very far.]

And were you the one who had something amputated?

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[He almost just hangs up there and then, too many questions and he doesn't like to give away his vulnerabilities. Especially not over the network.

But he can't afford to alienate another doctor. He needs that prescription to keep others from getting hurt and Wilson is his last chance. Watson has been good to him, far too good considering what's happened, but there's no way he'll want anything to do with Bucky once they can part. Rightly so.

So there's just a long pause instead while he triple checks the privacy filter.]

Yes. [And then, because he's sure it's going to be the next question.] Left arm, parts of my shoulder. I'm fine.

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[Wilson is quiet for a moment. Right, because limb amputations in subzero post-apocalyptic ghost towns typically result in "I'm fine." But, he won't press the issue. If Bucky's awake and coherent enough to carry on a conversation, that likely means that he's doing alright for the time being. No sense in panicking.]

I'm glad to hear you're okay. Is there another doctor there with you? Last question.

[Probably.]

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[It would probably have been less alarming if he mentioned the amputated arm was a prosthetic to begin with. But that's one question too far, and he's immediately on the alert.]

That's not your business.

[oh_negative]

That may be so, but if there's someone else with medical training that can keep an eye on you, I can stop bothering you and still keep my conscience clear.

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[No, he's not bringing Watson into this.]

I told you, I'm fine. I'm not your patient, so drop it.

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If you can't trust me enough to answer some basic questions about your well-being, how am I supposed to trust you enough to prescribe you narcotics?

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[He actually growls loud enough to be heard down the line.]

John Watson is with me.

[Sorry, John.]

[oh_negative]

[Ah, Watson. Wilson has heard of him, but they haven't spoken much yet. He's probably more than capable, though.]

Okay. Thanks for letting me know.

[He'll keep his promise and won't ask any more questions, but...] I trust that you're doing alright aside from the frostbite.

[It's not a question!]

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Fine.

[The word is bitten off, it's clear he's getting really annoyed.]

Have you got everything you want now?

[Leave him alone and just be a drug dispenser for him.]

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[Bucky gets a big sigh.] Yes, I suppose that's all. Sorry to bother you, Jay. I appreciate your putting up with my pestering.

[There's a slight tilt to his words like he's subtly trying to guilt trip Bucky, but it's not overt. Or maybe it's not there at all.]

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[He either doesn't hear the guilt trip, or doesn't care, because he just hangs up.]