"Steve?" The voice faded in and out, but it helped Steve focus enough for him to open his eyes slightly. "Hey Stevie. Relax. Breath, okay? The doctors are trying to contact SHIELD and find some medicine that can at least take the edge off."
Steve brought his hand up to his face, letting his fingers gently run over the bruised skin of his face. When his finger touched his jaw, he sucked in a sharp breath.
"It's broken. They have it wired shut, but thy should be able to take it out soon. A piece of bone chipped off your knee, so they want to watch that. They're probably going to have to remove it, but they'll wait and see."
Steve nodded, and set his hand down on the bed. Tony gently ran his fingers down Steve's arm and held onto his hand. "They said you might have a mild concussion, but said it should be healed." Steve nodded, and turned his head away from Tony. "Steve?" Tony stood up. "What's wrong, look at me."
When Steve didn't move, Tony let go of his hand, and put his hand on Steve's head. "Look at me." Tony grabbed his hair and forcefully turned his head. "Steven Grant Rogers, don't forget why you're here. It's your own fault." Tears welled in Steve's eyes. "And if you tell anyone, I promise you'll regret it."
A knock on the door caused Tony to abruptly let go of Steve's hair, instead he pet it gently. The door opened and a doctor walked in, followed by Natasha.
"Captain, I'm Doctor Sackler. Our policy states that we are to call your emergency contact unless you otherwise specify. Considering the state you were in we called Miss. Romanoff. I'd like to go over your injuries, so I'm going to have to ask Mr. Stark to leave at this time."
"Can't I stay?" There was a hint of anger in his voice. He gripped Steve's hair and pulled for a second. Steve mumbled something and shook his head.
"Stay?" The muffled sound wasn't much more than a whisper, but Tony stopped gripping his hair.
"Sorry. Policy." The doctor walked back to the door and held it open. They all watched silently as Tony kissed Steve's head and walked out.
"Captain, can I call you Steve? Steve, are you comfortable talking with Natasha here?" He nodded. "Good. So I'm confident in your bodies ability to heal due to the serum. However, I'm afraid it may take longer due to lack nourishment."
"Lack of nourishment?" Natasha spoke up for the first time. "Steve have you been eating?" He didn't respond causing Nat to run her fingers through her hair. Steve had to look away from her. The guilt was too much.
"'m sorry." He mumbled.
"Steve." Dr. Sackler said firmly. "I need to know how this happened."
"I-"
"Steve, I swear if you say you fell I'm going to call Bucky this second."
"No- I was on the way -ack from a long workout 'n I didn't eat all mornin' and some- uh a group of guys attacked me."
"Ok." Dr. Sackler looked in a file and sighed quietly. "There was also evidence of sexual trauma." Steve furrowed his eyebrows like he was confused. "It was pretty healed but there was some bruises and bite marks. Also rectal tearing that was still healing."
"Steve, what happened?" Nat sat on the slide of Steve's bed, gently placing a few fingers on his hand.
"I- these guys attacked me. A-ah group."
"Steve you fought a whole elevator of people with one hand. And that doesn't make sense with the timeline." Nat said softly. When Steve didn't answer, she knelt down forcing him to make eye contact. "Please don't lie to me."
"I-" He choked on his words. "I can't tell you. 'lease don't make me."
"Steve, please let us help you." The doctor spoke up.
"Just say what we all know, and we can help you." She put a hand in his hair softly. "Steve. Please."
"Nat, I can't." He said softly, but he grabbed her hand and held tightly.