[The reaction is largely a remembered one, but so powerfully ingrained in him that it feels as real as the hand pressed to his forehead. Frost has already begun to gather on his skin, freezing the sweat as well as his eyelashes. He continues to clutch the bottle to his neck, though it doesn't seem to bring his body temperature down. He remembers seeing the other Soldiers go through this too, though in a different way, when their bodies were rejecting the serum, overloading their minds.
He blinks up at Sam, gaze glassy in pain. He should've known the consequences of saying no.]
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He blinks up at Sam, gaze glassy in pain. He should've known the consequences of saying no.]