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His knee pounded against his skin, even keeping it still on top of a mountain of pillows hurt intensely. He fought against the urge to cry out in pain.

Sara had fallen asleep half an hour ago, snuggled up closely to him. He couldn't do anything… If he moved, or made a noise, she would wake up and know that his leg was hurting worse…

He dug his nails into his palm, trying to override the pain from his leg. It had little effect…

He let out a shaky breath, his lips quivering.

A lightning bolt shot through his leg, and he had to bite his lip not to scream in agony.

'Relax, it's going to stop hurting this bad…' He reminded himself. 'No need to get panicky, it'll stop…'

He looked down at Sara snoring softly by his side. She looked so peaceful, and he couldn't bring himself to wake her up.

He reached down with his right hand and started kneading the top of his right thigh. It had started cramping up, and he knew he would have a bad time for the next few days.

Beside him Sara stirred, and another wave of pain rushed through his leg. A low growl left him and he instantly realized that the painkillers would be necessary if he wanted even ten minutes of sleep that night.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his leg hurting more for each passing minute.

He bit back a yelp as Sara once again moved beside him, this time she noticed. She woke up to find a pained grimace carved into his features.

"Snart! What happened?" she asked as she scrambled to her knees, jostling the bed during her actions.

"Don't. Move." he croaked out as his right hand steadied his hip.

"How bad is it?"

"Don't. Move."

Sara winced on behalf of Len, she had never seen him acting like this.

Her hands came closer to his leg, she wanted to pull back his pants and take a look at the troublesome limb.

"DON'T TOUCH IT!" he yelled with panic in his voice.

Sara froze mid movement, and looked up at Len again. The way his lips were drawn in a tight line, the way the small wrinkles around his eyes were deepened… The way his shoulders were pulled up, and all his muscles were taught as a bowstring. His whole posture spelled out the agony he was in.

"We should get you to the med bay…" Sara said with authority in her voice.

"No moving!" Len begged, tears had welled up in his eyes.

"Honey, Gideon can help you…" Sara explained.

Leonard shook his head, "No moving…"

"Okay… But I will have to get off this bed… And there is no way I'll let you avoid taking the painkillers now, I'll shove them down your throat if I have to!" she threatened.

"Believe me, I will take them willingly!"

Sara moved to get of the bed, something that meant that Len's leg lit up like fireworks on the 4th of July.

"Watch it Assassin!" he cried out with much more venom in his voice than intended.

But Sara couldn't be mad at him, she knew it was the pain speaking.

"I'm sorry… But I will have to jostle the bed again, and right now I think quick is the best way to go…"

"Like a Band-Aid?"

"Just like a Band-Aid…" she agreed, before she hurried off the bed. Grimacing as Leonard let out a freaking sob. "I'm sorry…"

Len used half a minute to calm his breaths, coaxing his breathing pattern back to normal. His left hand moved up to wipe away the wetness (called tears) around his eyes, before he looked at her.

"I'm fine… I'm good…" he reassured her, and drew a shaky breath, "Can you…?"

"Swing by the med bay and get something to ease the pain?" Sara finished for him.

He nodded.

"Either that, or something that'll knock me out until next Tuesday…" there was a hint of despair in his voice.

"I'll see what I can find…"

He gave her a soft smile as she knelt down beside him. She let her hand run over his short hair.

He tried to hide a sniffle as his leg served him up with another dish of agony, and her heart ached for him. He didn't deserve all this pain…

Yeah... Leonard in pain... Poor guy!