he who hesitates is toast

Curiouser and curiouser. She rolls her head on the flat surface and looks over as a warm hand reaches for hers, and notes as she does so that there's no pain at all in her back.

So probably she is dead? Because she thinks otherwise she'd be feeling pretty terrible right now.

Another clue that none of this is real: Bucky's sitting there next to her, looking a little drawn and worried even as his eyes watch her, warm and bright. "Hi," she murmurs, pleased.

If this is some weird hallucination her brain is giving her before it checks out for good, she'll take it. "Fancy seeing you here."