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Leonard woke up at 3 a.m. a twinge of pain shot through his knee. He immediately worried if he had turned in a bad way, but the pain eased away rather quickly.
He relaxed his muscles again, but he stayed alert. He started focusing on his knee, feeling if everything was as it should be. And of course, once you start feeling for irregularities… You feel them.
He turned on the lamp at his nightstand, and stared into the empty room.
He started worrying…
Worrying that his life was changed forever. Worrying that he would never be a 100 percent again… Worrying that he would always have to take his leg into consideration…
Another stab of a needle shot through his knee. His eyes sprang wide open. He didn't like this, it freaked him out…
He scooted up to the headboard, and leaned against it. The covers fell from his shoulders and landed in a heap at his hips, revealing all the scars crisscrossing his upper body.
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He pulled away the covers, and looked down at the rather fresh scars near his knee.
He felt something tightening in his chest, in a way he hadn't felt it in a long while. It was like the air in the room faded away, and all that was left was emptiness. His lungs fought to get a hold of oxygen, but he was just unable to make use of whatever filled his lungs.
His heartrate shot through the roof. His throat got desert dry and he started sweating heavily. He was too damn warm, literally burning up.
He looked down at his hands, they were shaking. His legs were trembling.
He gasped after air, and tears started blurring his vision.
He bit down on the inside of his cheek, an attempt of grounding himself.
He felt like he needed to throw up, but knew that nothing would happen.
He dug his nails into his palms as hard as he could, leaving deep marks in their wake. He tried to take deep breaths, but it wasn't easy when your ribcage felt like it was trapped in a too small corset.
"Mick… Mick… Mick!" Leonard said out of breath, but Mick wasn't there… Mick couldn't hear him.
"Mr. Snart, is there anything I can do for you?"
Leonard dug his nails in deeper as he nodded to the AI's voice.
"Get Mick!"
"Mr. Rory is sleeping in his own room…"
Tears dripped down his cheeks.
Leonard's brain and soul were torn between the options. He knew Mick needed his sleep just as much as anyone else…
But he needed him…
"Wake him, please…"
"What shall I tell him?" Gideon asked, a little puzzled.
"Tell him I…" Len paused, "Tell him… Tell… Tell him I feel…"
He couldn't bring himself to utter the words, he felt helpless… And he felt ashamed about it…
"I'll tell him you asked for him…"
Len nodded once again, still not sure whether the AI would recognize it…
"Thank you…"
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Mick almost hit the ceiling when Gideon's voice came on in his bedroom. Her digital voice boomed out of a speaker inches above his head.
" 'M AWAKE! I'm awake!" he blurted out before he really realized what was happening around him.
"Mr. Rory, Mr. Snart asked for you?"
Mick suddenly became more alert and rubbed some sleep out of his eyes.
"Did he tell you anything specific?"
There was a pause, it seemed like Gideon searched for her words.
"No, he couldn't tell… He did on the other hand seem quite distressed…"
Mick cussed under his breath, and got up to put some more clothes on. He figured visiting his best buddy in a pair of boxer briefs might seem a little weird, even when they had known each other for as long as they had.
He pulled on a baggy pair of all grey sweatpants, and a worn out t-shirt. Then he stepped out into the hallway. He almost jogged over to where Leonard's room was, and he didn't even bother to knock before he entered the room.
He saw Len sitting on his bed, almost apathetic. His face didn't show any emotions, but the trails of tears spoke volumes.
"So…" Mick moved closer, careful not to spook his best buddy.
"Nightmares, flashbacks, your leg or…" he paused for a few seconds, choosing how to address the last thing on his mind. "That other thing?"
Len nodded.
Also: this is part 1/2...
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