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He was restless… That was one of the greater problems of being sidelined due to injury… Not only did he hurt all the damn time, but he had no way of burning his excess energy.
He wasn't one to usually sit down and read, but he didn't have much of a choice. He was on page 64 of Lee Child's Tripwire. He enjoyed Jack Reacher books, they had a fast pace, loads of small hints. And fun…
While the rest of the team was out on yet another mission, he was trapped here with no one else around… Except Gideon? Was he supposed to take Gideon into account? Maybe…?
He abandoned the question and continued reading.
The cast was making him itch, and he knew that if he got the chance; he would probably scratch himself down to the bone… The fracture itself and the bullet wound was a lot better than he had expected, but his knee was throwing fits inside it's cast-prison. He felt like he needed to hyperextend it, make it pop like it usually did at minus ten degrees… And then he would really like to bend his knee far enough the correct way until said pop could be heard again…
What should he do if he never got back to normal? What should he become?
Being a thief had been his whole life, but deep down he felt that he was supposed to change. To become something greater. He genuinely thought about being good.
Not legends of tomorrow good… That ship might even have sailed already, at least judging by the status quo of his right leg…
The fact that his femur was held together by seven bioplastic screws was a weird thing to process. Back in 2016 those screws would likely have been titanium, surgical steel or something else metallic. He wasn't completely sure what they used… Those screws would have stayed with him, and showed up on x-rays and in scanners before flights…
These things? They would let his bone heal, and eventually transform into bone themselves. A few years later there would be no trace of any screws ever holding his leg together.
It was weird…
Maybe he was turning soft?
Probably…
He checked his watch; it was hours since the rest of the team left. Lately he had started feeling a bit worried every time they left for missions. Not for himself, he probably should worry about himself more often… Then maybe he wouldn't have ended up with this gigantic cast on his leg?
No, he mostly worried about Sara. Even before he knew that the feelings he had for her were mutual. Now he worried a lot about her…
And he worried a bit about Mick too, but mostly the other way around. How did Mick behave when he wasn't around to keep him in line? Was he giving the rest of the team trouble? He didn't worry too much about Mick taking a beating or stuff like that… He had seen him bounce back from a lot of things.
"Gideon?"
"Yes, Mr. Snart?"
Leonard used a few seconds to decide whether to ask or not. He could even make it worse for himself if he asked, cause himself to worry even more…
"Could you check up on the team? Just to see that everything is going as planned?"
"That Sara is well?" Gideon finished for him.
Len chuckled and blushed. He knew that Gideon was supposed to be smart, but a mind-reader…? It was obviously very obvious the way he felt about Sara. They would have to tell the rest of the group soon… They were going to figure out soon enough anyway, if they had half a brain…
"Well… Yeah…"
"I can inform you that Sara is completely fine, so is the rest of the team as well… They're on their way back as we speak…"
"Good."
Okay...
So... Nothing really happens in this chapter... Just thinking and reading and a bit of worrying...
But I thing Gideon ships Leonard and Sara (Leora? Lera? Sanard? I'll just stop... Okay... Can anybody please tell me what we'll be calling that ship?)
Hope you enjoyed it anyway...