He freezes, and the sudden jerk that comes with the motion sends a whole new wave of pain through him.

Dreaming. He's still dreaming.

Dreaming of a hospital with Peggy standing in the doorway, dreaming of something after -

Dreaming of having something after. If this is dying, it's crueler than he thought it would be.

He can't speak. Not so much that he's unable, but her name knots itself in his throat and makes it difficult to do much more than breathe.