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After last night's incident his leg acted up. Any movement felt like daggers ripping at his flesh and bones…
He lifted himself from the couch in his room and over to his wheelchair. His leg was painful, and it made him desperate. Desperate for relief, desperate for being whole again. All he wanted was for the pain to end, and for his leg to function.
He did not look forward to meeting the others… Sara and Mick were okay, but the others… They would probably be concerned and ask a lot of questions and… And…
Well… He didn't want to tell everything to everyone…
He wheeled himself across his room and into the hallway. His injured leg laying against the elevated footrest in front of him. Heavy-duty painkillers were starting to calm down the worst of the pain.
He wheeled around the corner and found the younger part of Firestorm sitting on the couch watching some 80's reruns.
Jax' head shot up when he heard the telltale sound of rubber against metal floors.
"Rough morning?" he questioned as she eyed the wheelchair.
Len nodded, he wasn't so keen on explaining how his leg felt.
"I remember when I was recovering from my knee surgery… It felt stiff and weird all the time…"
Len nodded again, his hands wrapped around the hand rims. He pushed over to the couch and stared at the TV for a second.
"MacGyver?"
"Yeah… Couldn't find anything better…"
"MacGyver's cool… Reminds me of chill days between heists. Relaxing in some safe-house, watching TV, recovering from bruises and stuff… And of course nursing the occasional hangover…" Len admitted.
"Cool…" Jax smiled, "Do you want a seat in the couch? Or are you just planning on sitting in that thing?"
"Not sure…The couch is more comfortable, but moving to the couch will probably be painful…" Len paused, "I'm just not sure I want that…"
Jax nodded, he understood the dilemma perfectly. And judging by the tight lines around Len's eyes, and the way he held his shoulders… It all told him that Len didn't need any additional pain.
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"How has the last three missions been?" Len asked after what seemed like an eternity.
Jax turned his head towards him again. "Hella boring…"
"Yeah…?"
"Yeah… Easy missions, but Rip's still pissin' his pants about every little detail…"
"Sounds like him…"
Jax cast a glance at Leonard's leg.
"How's it been sitting around here while we've been out?"
"Boring." Len answered with a voice matching the word he'd described being stuck on the vessel with. Bored.
"Sure hope you'll get better soon… It's better when you're on the team…"
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