He closes his eyes, hearing Peggy's voice with perfect clarity. Don't you dare be late. "Me either."

Steve clears his throat and opens one eye. "Could you help me sit up? Well, wait, don't move if you're not up to it- I just..."

He doesn't like feeling helpless. Specifically, he doesn't like feeling he can't move. It's one of the few things that can really get under his skin, really and truly scare him. The idea of being trapped. Steve shivers and wishes the sheets were warmer. "It wasn't a mistake," he says, in part to distract himself. "It was a choice. It didn't work the way you thought it would, but that doesn't mean it was the wrong choice."