Hey, just consider it forced naptime.

(Yeah, Steve's bad at just accepting when he has to lie around, too. He gets it.)

He frowns at the admission, though, simultaneously pulling another blanket up while reaching down to check one hand and make sure there wasn't something he missed, but he suspects it has more to do with the fact that her body's going to prioritize getting what blood is left to her organs and not her hands or feet. "Keep 'em down by your sides," he suggests. "Wish I had some plasma, but I don't even know if the infirmary stocks it."