Wherein We See "Break a Leg" is Not a Good Phrase

[jessequick]

Fracture is better than a real break, but still, it'll be a while before Jesse uses the term to Wally, whose fibula has a crack in it where no crack should exist. She checked herself. As a matter of fact, she ran the diagnostics and tended to it herself because at Titans Tower, still fairly empty with the team out helping others or suffering from

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[fleet_feet]

Wally hadn't slept in days... and he hadn't had much sleep at all for weeks prior. So it's no surprise that there's a slight drool issue going on, as his head's turned, facing her, and his arm's found its way to be draped over her shoulder... and his hand wiggles a little, feeling the ends of her long hair, stroking it lightly, unconsciously... before there's a sudden half-snore-snerk thing that jerks him up into a pseudo-sleep state, and he just blurts it out. "Linda?"

In a quick moment, though, his consciousness starts to return, and he tries to roll over, knocking his leg against the edge of the bed... and the pain comes with it. "OW. shhhtt.. aaahh....sshhhht....aaahhhh damn..." he starts to stammer, in a tight voice, trying to steel himself against it. Okay. Awake now.

[jessequick]

Jesse's head lifts. She's exhausted too, like everyone, but her leg's not busted. "Just lie back, West. I'll get something for the pain."

Maybe she didn't hear.

[fleet_feet]

Maybe he doesn't even know what he said.

Wally turns gingerly, finally looking down at his leg and trying to get his bearings. The hell... who the... what's... busted leg. Titan tower. Jesse.

"Plague. God, the plague, I need to get up..."

[jessequick]

"No, you don't. Antidote's gone out all over. You just need to rest." She wakes up better than he does, apparently. Back to him, she plucks out a few pills and gets a cup of water. "Hungry?"

[jessequick]

Jesse has never shown herself to be much of a cook but when she returns minutes later, she has quite the spread: a tray with omlettes, toast, juice, muffins, grapes, cheese, bacon, sausage, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes. And she looks windblown. You bet she cheated.

[fleet_feet]

The smell is fantastic.

"Wow, you went all out. When did you start mastering the culinary arts?"

[jessequick]

"I just raided a kitchen at St. Mark's Hotel down the street," Jesse smirks. "And threw some cash at them on the way through. Just eat, okay?"

[fleet_feet]

"You don't have to tell me twice. I could eat Hector Hammond's head about now."

He starts in at a normal speed, though, rather than burning energy to fuel it.

"Are you all right? I didn't, uh, mess up with the syringe or anything, did I?"