I was getting ready to do my nightly rounds, when a man approaches me.

"Excuse me ma'am." He says in a sweet voice.

"Yes? Can I help you?" I say as I fold my arms across my chest. Holding the clipboard close to me.

"I was just wondering if I could see my friend?" he says as his eyes fill with tears.

"Oh, it's um…" I say as I trail off, I know I'm not supposed to break the rules. But he looks like he needs to really see his friend. "What room?" I ask as I try not to cry from how sad he looks.

"I don't know ma'am." He chokes out.

"Name?" I ask as I pull the clipboard away from my chest.

"Barnes?" he says as he moves to stand next to me.

I look over the names on my chart. But I don't see the one he's looking for. "I'm sorry…" I say as I start shaking my head.

"Ma'am, he may have been brought in here with no memory. Does that help?" he asks as a tear creeps out from his left eye.

"That narrows it down, to about two sweetie." I say as I sigh.

"Can I see them? Please…" he's breaking my heart at how desperate he seems right now.

"Sure." I say as I nod. "Follow me." I say as we walk down the hall.

"Your friend means a lot to you doesn't he?" I say as I try striking up a conversation.

"Yeah, he's been in my life for a long time." He says as he nods.

"It's hard finding that now a days I think." I say as I smile.

"Just be sure to keep one promise, and your friendship will always be strong." He says as he smiles.

"What promise?" I ask as I look at him funny.

"Just promise to be with them, till the end of the line." He says as he looks at me with a smile. But a faint tear rolls down his cheek.

"That's a good promise." I say as I reach out and I rub his arm, trying to comfort him. "So these two rooms, belong to the people who came in with no memory." I say once we reach the end of the hall.

"Is it alright if you do the knocking?" he asks nervously.

"Sure." I say as I nod, and I step up to the door. I lift my fist to the door, and I lightly knock on it. "Excuse me, I don't mean to disturb you." I say as I open the door, and he follows me in.

My heart drops when I see a young man… about the same age as the one with me. Sitting in the hospital bed, IV's in his arm, hair a mess, scruff all over his face, shivering, blankets piled high on top of him.

"Oh Bucky." I hear the young man whisper.

"Bucky?" I ask, making him jump.

"Sorry." I say as I reach out to touch his arm. "I just heard you say that name. Is that his name?" I ask, since everyone was wondering who this poor boy was.

"His name is James Buchanan Barnes." He says, never taking his eyes off the young man in the bed.

"James Barnes." I say as I scribble it down on my clipboard. "If you'd like, I can leave you alone for a while." I say as I look up at him.

"Thank you." He says as he nods.

"It will take me about an hour to do my rounds, before I get back here. So that should be enough time, I hope." I say as I try to give him a comforting smile.

He just nods.

I dip my head and I walk out of the room, closing the door a little behind me.

I just finished checking all of my patients. None of them needed dressing changed, or an accident that need to be cleaned up. That was strange, normally I'm rushing to get to everyone. But apparently not tonight. It was a nice change. But in the back of my mind, I just wanted to check on the two young men from earlier.

I walk down the empty hall. My shoes clicking against the fake tile floors of the hospital. As I got closer to the room, I could feel my heart start to race.

It hurt seeing that young man in the bed. How he looked… words couldn't even describe the heartache. His friend was just crushed seeing him like that. I felt for both of them, normally I know what to say, it was part of my job… but, for these two, I am at a loss for words on what to say.

I lightly knock on the door as I stand outside of the room.

"Come in." I hear someone say.

I push the door open a little and I peak inside.

The young man I had seen before was gone. That just left the young man in the bed alone. "Were you sleeping?" I ask as I step inside so he can see me better.

He just shakes his head.

"Your name is-" I say as I look down at my clipboard. "James, right?" I ask as I look up at him again.

He just stares at me blankly.

"You poor thing, you don't remember." I whisper, as I raise my hand to cover my quivering lips and tears fill my eyes.

He starts shivering as his eyes leave me to stare at the wall.

"Are you cold?" I ask, thinking it may be silly. Since he has most of the blankets from this floor on him.

He doesn't answer me.

So I look to my right at an empty chair in the corner. I assume his friend probably sat in it earlier and then he put it back. I decide to grab the chair and I pull it over to his bedside.

I set my clipboard on a small table near him, getting his attention. His ice cold blue eyes staring at me, empty. His eyes seemed to once hold such hope and love, not to mention happiness. But something must have happened. That now he's just empty and scared.

"What happened to you?" I ask in a whisper. My hand reaches to brush strands of hair away from his face.

He flinches when my hand gets near his face. I pull my hand back and I wait for him.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." I whisper to him, as he continues to stare at me.

His eyes stay on mine as I inch my hand closer to him.

"Just relax." I whisper as I brush the hair out of his eyes.

I start taking my hand away from him, and I let it run down his arm under the covers.

"You work-" he starts to say, but something makes him stop.

"Do I what?" I ask as I tilt my head to the side.

"Here?" he asks.

"Do I work here?" I say just to make sure I understand him.

He just nods.

"Yes, I work nights. I check on all the patients." I say as I smile warmly at him.

He nods and then turns on his side, his head turned away from me.

"Should I go?" I ask as I get ready to stand.

He doesn't answer me, so I grab my clipboard and I walk out of the room.

I close his door behind me, before I start walking back to the nurse's station.

"I wonder if I can find out more about him." I say aloud to no one in particular. Since I'm the only one working right now.

I sit down behind my desk and I set the clipboard down. I turn to the computer and I type in the name, that young man had said was his friend's name. Everything seems to be found on the internet, so why not give it a shot.

A webpage pulls up and I see the young man's name right at the top. Although…

"What?" I say confused as I read the article. "Gave his life serving our country….?" I say confused. I look at the picture they have on the page and I can't believe my eyes. "That's the same person!" I say shocked. "This can't be right." I say as I shake my head. "No, this can't be right at all." I say as I close out the link.

"I was just talking to him… how could he be dead?" I say confused. "This doesn't make any sense." I say as I look down at the paper that I wrote his name on. "He's still alive, but… this is making my head hurt." I say as I pinch the bridge of my nose. I push myself away from the desk. I figure maybe I need to go for a walk or something.

I get up from my seat and I start wandering the halls. I wasn't looking to go anywhere specific. I just needed to clear my head. When I looked up to find a sign on where I was. I find myself walking toward James' room.

"Wow." I say as I shake my head, and I let out a short laugh. I shrug and decide I might as well check on him since I'm down here.

I lightly knock on his door. When I don't get a response, I open the door a little. I peek my head inside, and he seems to be sound asleep. Some of the blankets have been moved off of him. I can't help but notice that, they're falling on the floor. I kind of feel bad for him, so I decide to fix his blankets. That way he wouldn't have to wake up in the middle of the night to do it.

I push the door open a little more, and I walk inside his room.

I tip toe over to his bed, and I grab ahold of the blankets. As I bring them up to cover him. Something reflects light onto my face. I blink a few times and then I look around the room. He doesn't have any mirrors, so what caused the reflection of light? I shrug it off and I finish covering him.

As I turn to walk out of the room, a hand clamps down on my wrist. Scarring me half to death. I clamp my hand over my mouth, to keep myself from screaming. I turn to face him, and I find him wide awake staring at the ceiling.

"I-I-I-I didn't mean to wake you." I say a bit nervously.

His cold hard eyes, move from the ceiling to me. His stare sends shivers down my spine. He loosens his grip on my wrist, and his hand drops down on the bed.

I step away from the bed a bit, still facing him. Our eyes never leaving the others.

"Are you-?"

"Thank you." He says quickly.

I sigh and a smile shows on my face. "You're welcome sweetie." I say as I reach down and I pat his hand.

His eyes look down at my hand on his, and then he looks back up at me. "I don't remember the last time someone has ever been that nice to me." He chocks out.

"Why would anyone, want to do you any harm?" I ask. Again I don't even realize that, I had moved closer to him. My hand strokes the side of his face.

He leans his head into my touch and he closes his eyes.

"You poor thing." I whisper as my heart, breaks for the man before me.

I hear my watch beeping, and that tells me that my shift is over. "I have to go home sweetie." I say sadly.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" he asks with a sadden look in his eyes.

"Yes, I'll be here tomorrow night sweetie." I say as I smile.

He nods and then he turns away from me.

I sigh and I walk out of his room, I close the door behind me.

I then make my way back to the nurse's station. I check my paper work before I go home.