The Time of Snart

11

Fun times when your final is postponed, but you don't know when it it now... Anyways enjoy Lol...

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"Captain, it appears that Mr. Snart is regaining consciousness," A familiar female voice said, somewhere far away it seemed.

Slowly, Snart creeped his eyes open, shutting them again from the blinding light. A distant pain came to mind, and soon he felt his body start to ache again. 

Blinking his eyes again, he tried to make anything out in the illuminating light coming from everywhere. 

Groaning, he tried to sit up.

"Whoa," he heard some man say as he felt something pushing him back into the lying position, making him tighten his muscles and try harder, but found his body feeling too weak against the man.

"He's definitely awake in here!" The man yelled, making his head start pounding.

He blinked his eyes, staring hard to try and make out the man, holding him down. Slowly, his vision began to clear. With each slow blink, sharpening more and more. Soon the man above him began to look familiar.

"Get off of me, boyscout," he groaned, trying to shove Ray off of him. However, his sore muscles only burned at the strain.

"Rip?" Ray called, looking up.

"Gideon, please give Mr. Snart a painkiller," A British voice called from somewhere far away.

Then a second man stood next to Ray, above Snart. Blinking, Snart recognized him as Rip.

"Easy, Mr. Snart. You're pretty busted up," Rip said calmly.

"I'm fine," he groaned out, trying to sit up again, but finding now two men to hold him down.

"Mr. Snart," Rip said, laughing a little, "You are not fine. You might be better, but you're not fine."

"As a matter of fact, you have three broken ribs, a broken arm (broken in two places may I add), a broken leg, two broken toes, and scrapes and cuts covering you entirely," the mechanical female voice said.

"See? Fine," Leonard said, trying once again to sit up, but once again failing.

"Mr. Snart, if you keep fighting this, Gideon will have to give you a sedative," Rip warned. 

"Yeah, yeah," He mumbled.

"You know, you're extremely lucky. You jumped out of a moving vehicle going over 100 miles an hour," Ray said.

"Great..." Snart said sarcastically.

"Even in his state he manages to be sarcastic, astonishing," Rip said, looking at him with a smirk.

"It's a good thing we found you when we did, you would have either bled out, or choked on the blood in your lungs. Hard to tell which would come first," Rip said, ignoring his earlier sarcasm.

"Well, it's clear I'm better, now..." Leonard said, trying once more, meeting the two men's strength again. 

"Snart, I'm serious, I'll get Gideon to knock you out," Rip said.

Groaning, Snart fell back into his reclined infirmary chair.

"That's what I thought you'd say," Rip said, smiling slightly.

"How long is this gonna take?" Snart mumbled out.

"Gideon?" Ray called.

"Approximately six hours to complete the healing process," Gideon responded.

"Knock me out for five. I'll do the rest myself," Snart grumbled.

"I would not recommend-" Gideon began.

"Gideon," Rip interrupted, "I know."

Ray looked at Rip slightly worried, "You're not going to let him do that are you?" he asked.

"It seems like a deal to me. Otherwise, he wouldn't let Gideon do anything," Rip said, looking at Ray.

"What can I say, I don't like going to the doctor," Snart said mockingly.

"I'll knock you out for five, and then check and see if you still don't want to stay the sixth hour," Rip said.

"Trust me, I won't."

Sighing, Rip called Gideon, "Please give Mr. Snart a sedative for five hours."

"Right away, Captain."

"You are something else, Snart," Rip said shaking his head, smiling slightly.

"I'm one of a kind..."