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His leg was ugly. That was the only way he could describe it… The wounds from the gunshot wound had barely begun healing. It looked like something had bitten off a good chunk of his thigh, the angry red flesh stood out against his pale skin.
"Mr. Snart, how are you feeling?" Gideon asked after her robotic arms found the brace she wanted Leonard to use from now on.
Len let out a grunt. He wasn't about to reveal how nervous the state of his leg made him, he wasn't going to let Gideon or anyone else know how helpless he felt… Okay, maybe he'd tell Sara, but be wouldn't commit to that either…
"I understand that you've been experiencing a good amount of pain…"
"Well… I guess that is what happens when you get a bullet pierced through your leg. It's not painless…"
The snark in Snart's voice was too obvious to miss, even for the AI.
"I'm sorry Mr. Snart, I didn't mean to upset you…" Gideon excused, "But I'm pleased to inform you that your leg is healing as scheduled."
"I can promise you that you're not as pleased as I am to hear that…" Snart answered with crooked smirk.
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The brace was a lot more comfortable than the cast. It allowed his knee to bend, and it felt great… Even if it was just 20 degrees to begin with…
And it let his skin breathe, something it certainly had missed the last couple of weeks.
But his right leg was a sad sight. Not only was it covered with fresh scars, it was about half the size of his left… Muscle atrophy, it looked like his right leg had skipped leg day the last four years or so…
Truth be told, he didn't work out more than necessary… He had been lucky, gifted by nature itself really… He didn't have to work out five days a week to keep himself fit, more like once every two weeks… Besides, he had no intention of ever becoming as big as Mick…
But this…? His leg beginning to look like it belonged to a paraplegic…
It bothered him.
"About two months before I can start walking again?"
"Two months before you can put weight on it while using crutches. Two and a half months until you might be able to get rid of the crutches all together."
"Gideon, you're torturing me!" Snart complained with a low growl.
"I am not torturing you, Mr. Snart. I am not actively inflicting pain…"
"Yes, you are!" Len growled.
"I assure you that the crutches is for your own well-being."
Len sighed, he knew the AI did it's best to make him heal up fast. And he knew that he should follow Gideon's orders. But he had grown tired of being side-lined…
"Would it be possible to put me in a coma until I'm healed?"
"I wouldn't advise it… It would only cause more atrophy, to your whole body…"
"I know, G… I was only joking…"
"I did catch on to that…" Gideon replied in the same monotonous voice as always. "But I figured it was the right policy to answer anyway…"
"Okay…" Len paused and looked at his legs spread out in front of him, "Am I cleared to leave the med bay? I have a movie date later on…"
"With the gorgeous Sara Lance I assume…"
"You would not be mistaken…" Leonard admitted, "Am I free to leave?"
"Well… I would advise you to put your jeans back on…" Gideon answered almost dryly.
"Did you just snark at me, Gideon?" Len asked, a hint of pride lacing his voice.
"I believe I did…"
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