She's driven Gideon to distraction asking for updates on the mission. Eventually, after the AI's last rather exasperated comment (she doesn't care what Rip says, Gideon can definitely get exasperated), she retires to her room, sparing the others her restless presence.
She's lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, when Gideon's voice breaks in.
"Ms. Lance, I did say I'd let you know..."
She's hopped down before the AI finishes. "How...how'd the mission go?"
"As far as the mission goes, the team has gained some valuable information. However, Mr. Snart has been injured. They are nearly back; I am prepping the medbay. If you..."
But she's out of the room, running toward the hatch, the unfamiliar feeling of panic stirring inside. He can't die, he can't, she's just started to think that maybe...
Rip leaps inside first, checks himself at the sight of her. "Ms. Lance! Is the medbay ready?"
"I..."
Gideon intervenes smoothly. "Dr. Stein is getting it ready, Captain."
"Excellent." Rip throws her an odd glance. "Sara, are you..."
But she doesn't answer, because Snart is there, helped by Mick and Ray, on whom he's leaning heavily in a rather unSnart-like way.
She's seen blood. She's seen so much blood in her life. Far more than this. But the sight of the red-stained bandage around his left shoulder takes her breath away for a moment.
Her eyes met his. He gives her a rueful smile...then curses as Ray jostles his shoulder.
"Sorry! Sorry," the other man apologizes as they start maneuvering him down the corridor toward medbay.
"The hell, Snart?" She hears her own voice in surprise.
"Didn't see Merlyn in time, didn't dodge quick enough," he informs her, tone remarkably nonchalant for a man whose blood is dripping on the floor.
OK, she can banter. Banter is easy. "The mere thought that you expected to dodge...what, an arrow?... says a lot about your level of arrogance."
"I think he wanted to make me shut up." He looks thoughtful. "I think he's wanted that for the past few months, actually."
"Yeah, that's stunning!"
"I may have called him a few things. I don't think he liked that..."
"You baited the former head of the League of Assassins. For what? He..."
"Can you two stop flirting just long enough for us to make sure he stops bleeding?!" The interruption comes from, of all people, Ray. They're both startled into silence. Mick barks out a laugh, while a rather suspicious noise emits from Rip. A snicker?
The rest of the journey to the medbay passes in silence.
