Mick didn't sit upright for a while, he just lay there, head pounding, unable to fully comprehend what was going on. His eyes were a little fuzzy as he slowly opened them. The last thing he remembered was everyone celebrating and then his head hurt. And he wasn't even sure how he'd ended up with that happened. After a win, who the hell was still pitching a fight?

He tried to sit up but as he rolled, the cuffs tugged and yanked at his arm sharply back. That was enough to wake him up properly. He hauled himself upright and hissed angrily, yanking his wrist and trying to dislodge it. Not his smartest move.

"What the --" He cut off when he caught sight of the person sitting opposite him. All the words died and he stared for a while, not sure what to say or do. That was... That was Leonard? How?