Okay, back with another chapter. Been busy with job and other stuff, sorry it took me a while to write this chap...
Hope you enjoy...
The first thing he felt as consciousness started to seep through to him, was cold.
A cold weight rested on his right arm. At first he thought he had been taken by an avalanche, but then he remembered… It wasn't winter, and he wasn't anywhere near snow…
Or was he…?
He tried opening his eyes, but his lids wouldn't budge. Nope, not at all…
He tried to listen, nothing really registered at once. Stillness… Stillness… Then beep…
Beep?
Stillness and beeping?
He tried opening his eyes once again, still as useful as wet matches… He concentrated on the noise, it was beeping… It wasn't a fire alarm… Which was good, that meant Mick hadn't started burning down the house, yet…
House?
Wait a minute… He wasn't in a damn house! Probably not a hospital either….
He managed to open his eyes enough to catch a glimpse of the metallic ceiling, and a monitor.
Ahh… Right… The time ship…
And the beeping was a heart monitor… That made sense…
The cold weight on his shoulder was heavier than he first thought, colder too… It was an assemble of ice-bags.
Why was someone chilling his arm? What had happened? Why did his arm need being cooled?
He tilted his head towards the arm, and struggled to open his eyes enough to study it. A bunch of aqua blue bags rested on top of his right arm. He could spot some gauze through the cold bags. Gauze meant wounds, wounds meant injuries…
Okay, so his arm was injured… What had happened? Had he failed massively during a mission? Had a bad guy, a worse bad guy, gotten the better of him?
He lolled his head to the other side. No one was in the room with him…
His heart sank; he had almost expected a blonde, kickass assassin to sit next to his bed.
"Wurs S'ra?" he understood his words were slurred almost beyond recognition.
"Excuse me, Mr. Snart. Could you repeat that for me?" Gideon's voice came over the speakers.
"Whrus Sa'a?"
"Where is Sara?" Gideon guessed.
"Yah…"
"She's right outside…" Gideon said in a calm voice, "She's feeling awfully sorry about what happened to you…"
"Way?" Len cleared his throat and made another attempt, "Why?"
"Your arm was injured during one of your sparring practices…"
"Huh?"
"Sara tossed you over her shoulder, and the joints in your arm dislocated…" she paused for a brief moment, "And your ulna sustained a small fracture."
"Why sheh sowy?"
"Why is she sorry?" Gideon asked to clarify, "She thinks it's her fault."
"S not."
"But she thinks so…"
"Teller s not!"
"You want me to tell her that it isn't her fault?"
"Yas!"
"Or you could tell her yourself…"
"Will, but yu tll er naow…"
"You want me to tell her now?"
"Mmmm…" Len agreed.
"Okay, I will…" the AI agreed, "Do you want me to send her in?"
He nodded and gave one healthy thumbs up. Gideon's cameras caught it up.
"I will send her in shortly…"
"Thnx…" he slurred and let his head drop back against the pillow.
Okay, drugged up Snart... Hope you enjoyed that...