***Mary POV***
I sat as still as possible, continuing to watch Snart out of the corner of my eye as he started to change my bandages and slowly sipping the bottle of water he had given me, relishing the cool liquid as it ran down my throat. The only other time I'd had anything to drink in the last three days was when Samson and Jameson let me up to the bathroom and that had been out of a filthy tap and lukewarm at best. I'd had a lot of time to think during the night, as the pain from my shoulder had kept me awake, not Leonard snoring as I had implied, though since he breathed quiet heavily when he was asleep it was not quite a lie, and had finally figured out why the name Leonard Snart had sounded so familiar.
He was well known in Central City as a thief and was wanted for multiple counts of Armed Robbery. These facts alone made me very wary of him, though the small smile on his face told me that my sarcasm had only amused him rather than angered. I'd been told before that wherever I was scared or angry that I tended to hide it beneath attitude and sarcastic wit. Was I scared at the moment? Yes, but nowhere near as terrified as I had been when I had been held by the other two men, the reason being that Snart had not given me reason to be… yet. What had me scared and wary of him was his reputation. He was not known for warmth and mercy, which only served to confuse me more as to why I was here.
If he had gone to the foundry just for revenge on Samson and Jameson for their obvious double cross, then he could have just left me there for the cops to find. However, if he was hoping to get an expensive ransom for me, he was going to be sorely disappointed, as I had no money and neither did parents. Turning to question him about this, I froze once again at the sight of the familiar brown bottle in his hand and all thoughts of anything else other than what was to come next flew out of my mind. My eyes met his for a second, and I could have sworn that I saw something akin to compassion in those blueish green depths, before I turned away. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to try and brace for the pain, flinching violently and pulling away when something cold touched my back.
Hearing Leonard give an almost impatient sigh, I turned to him to see his hand out stretched and realized that he had only been examining the wound.
"Your hands are cold," I said, causing him to raise a brow at me before a sardonic smirk spread across his face, as if I had said something amusingly ironic.
After a moment he placed a clean towel beneath the wound on my back and then looked back at me. I nodded and then looked away. Seconds later he poured the peroxide over the wound and I felt every muscle in my body lock up, fighting against the pain which seemed worse than yesterday. I clenched my jaw, refusing to scream this time, closed my eyes tightly and balled my hands into tight fists.
I did not realize that I was starting to slump to the side until I felt Leonard's arms encircle me. I leaned against him while he place a clean square of gauze, slathered in only what I could guess was antibiotic ointment, over the wound. He then gently pushed me back until I was leaning against the arm of the couch and I took another deep breath, knowing that he was not finished with my shoulder yet. Then the pain was back, seeming worse than the back had been, and I felt myself start to shake all over, whether from how cold I was or the pain I could not tell. Suddenly I felt like I was gasping for breath as darkness started to close in on my vision. There was a strange buzzing in my ears, as if someone were talking, before I finally surrendered and fell into the bliss of unconsciousness.
***Snart POV***
Leonard was just about done cleaning the entrance wound on the front of Mary's shoulder, thinking that she was taking this better than she had last night, when suddenly she started gasping.
"You're hyperventilating," he stated urgently, immediately seeing the problem, "You need to calm down and take a deep breath before you…"
Suddenly Mary went limp.
"Pass out," he sighed, rolling his eyes in frustration before quickly finishing up rebadging her shoulder.
Leonard then turned to her wrists, relieved to see that they looked better than her shoulder. At least there was no sign of infection in those wounds.
Once he finished and cleaned up, Leonard went about several tasks that he had been putting off for the last week in preparation of the job, returning to check on Mary every hour or so. He managed to wake her a little after noon and was able to get her to drink more water and take some more aspirin, as he fever was getting worse. However when he tried to get her to eat something, she refused. She left the couch a couple of time to use the bathroom, then curl up again to sleep on and off though out the day.
As the hours past and her fever rose, Leonard grew more concerned and wished for the sun to set, trying to figure out the confusing amount of compassion her felt for this woman. He had only had compassion for two other people. One being his baby sister and the other was Mick Rory, the only person he could truly call a friend.
"Well, Lisa and Mick know the risks of the life we have chosen," he reasoned with himself, "This woman didn't choose this."
Finally, around seven the sun started to go down and, according to the police scanner, all seemed to be clear in the vicinity of the hospital. Leonard went to wake Mary, only to find that she would not. Placing his hand on her forehead, he ground his teeth angrily at how high her fever had climbed before quickly pulling the blanket off of her and, as carefully as he could, put her uniform shirt back on. Seeing that she was still shivering violently, Leonard made a decision and carefully placed his parka on her. Zipping her securely into it he took some string and tied her plastic access badge to the zipper.
"I can always get another," he thought as he gently picked her up and carried her to the car.
A half an hour later, Leonard pulled into the parking lot of St. Andrews Hospital. Carefully parking in the shadows, in a camera blind spot that he had sought out for the very eventuality, he got out and went to the passenger side. Gently lifting Mary out, he quickly walked to the entrance knowing that he had about one hundred and twenty seconds before hospital security figured out something was wrong. Then he had about another sixty before they called the police and come out to confront him. It would take the police about another hundred and eighty seconds, with lights and sirens, to get here, so he knew he had to hurry.
Carefully, Leonard placed Mary on the ground against one of the columns at the entrance and glanced down at her one more time before hurrying back to his car. However, he could not leave before he knew she was safe, so he parked his car were he had a good vantage point but could not be easily spotted and quickly placed an anonymous call to the hospital alerting them to her presence. Breathing a sigh of relief, he watched as the nurses hurried out with a gurney to find Mary and took her inside.
By that time it was too late to leave before the police arrived, so he slumped down behind the wheel as a squad car arrived carrying none other than Det. Joe West. Then, over by the camera blind spot, he caught sight of a familiar streak of yellow lightning and out of the shadows walked Barry Allen. Leonard watched as hero and cop hurried into the hospital before starting the car again and leaving the hospital.