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Sara smiled when she walked in on Leonard watching America's Funniest Home Videos. He rested his leg on the table, on top of a pillow.
She slumped down beside him, he looked up as the cushions shifted.
"Hey there…"
"Hey yourself…"he replied with a smirk.
"Laughing of other people's pain?" she nodded towards the screen.
"Yeah, people getting their ass kicked by trampolines are one of my guilty pleasures…"
"Well, I've always admired those who can't swing from a rope into a river… You know, those who end up needing stitches after attempting that…"
He smiled and nodded.
"I've got a scar from something like that…"
Sara raised her eyebrows.
"I thought you had better control of your body than that…"
"The rope broke…"
"That makes sense."
He smiled back at her and nodded.
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A crashing sound came from the TV, and it brought their attention back to the screen.
Another guy was about to step from a table and over to a railing. He did not make it, and landed one leg on each side of the bar.
They both cringed.
"Okay, that hurt all the way over here…" Leonard admitted as he tried to unfold himself from the position he had assumed.
"Yeah, I bet he won't ever be a dad after that…" Sara added.
"He'll probably speak in a high pitch from now on…" Len thought out loud, as he shivered at the thought of how that landing must have felt.
Sara nodded in agreement. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it would be to land like that for a guy. The truth was, it wasn't all that comfy for women either…
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"Speaking of pain…" Sara prompted and ran a finger across his upper arm. "How's your leg?"
He glanced over at her, gave her a quick, reassuring smile.
"Still healing…"
"And that's Leonard Snart talk for hurts like hell?"
"Nah…" he shook his head, "Just hurts a bit…"
"You sure?"
"Yeah… I'm just a bit sore from that night out…" he reached down and gently massaged the area where the bullet had entered. He was careful not to put too much pressure on the fairly fresh scar tissue.
"That sucks…"
Len nodded, he agreed with Sara. It sucked that he was forced to pick up his crutches again after walking around without them, it felt like a giant setback.
"I would have preferred," he drawled as he picked up one of the aluminum crutches, "to just throw away these things…"
"I get it…" Sara murmured back at him, "But it won't be long before you can do that…"
He smirked back at her, "I bet you my leg will be good again, long before Mick's shoulder is healed…"
"I won't bet against you, it's only been a few days and Mick can't keep his arms still…" Sara sighed, "Not even when it hurts…"
"That's Mick for you… He's always been like this…"
Okay... That's Mick for you...
Right?
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