He's never going to be a fan of hospitals or clinics or infirmaries, and it just annoys him further to press his right hand to his chest and realize that yes, he probably does need to be here, to at least wipe the wounds down with some kind of antiseptic. Evidently zombie-inflicted injuries take a little longer to start healing than the kind he's used to.

Bucky grunts, and crosses over to the shelves on the other side of the shower, where he takes down a blue scrub top and pants in a size that's probably good enough.

"Are those things always that messy?" He strips off the ruined shirt and drops it to the floor as he steps into the shower, uncaring of the scars revealed as he does.