Taking pain away

Leonard woke up from the fact that he no longer had nightmares and did not feel any pain, either phantom or real. Lifting his head, he looked around. It seems that at the moment he was in S.T.A.R. Labs, and next to him on a chair sat... Barry?.. And he was holding his hand?.. The man tried to gently release his hand from the tenacious grip of Allen's fingers, but he stirred and Snart froze. "Len..." Flash exhaled with relief, opening his eyes and seeing that his soulmate had regained consciousness. "Wh..." Captain Cold wanted to be indignant, saying, "what are you doing, I'm Leonard Snart for you!", but his gaze involuntarily slipped to their clasped hands and the criminal shut up, being in the deepest shock. Their hands were glowing. Barry was taking his pain away. Barry was his soulmate. Leonard clearly saw the inscription "Error" flashing brightly in his head. He looked at the glowing palms in bewilderment and could not believe that it was true, because his father was sure that he would be a dark, nasty, dirty soul and, accordingly, would remain without a soulmate, and over time, Lenny himself believed it. But here they are sitting, and they are soulmates. The man thought for a couple more seconds and smiled mirthlessly. What a bitter irony it must be for Barry: the hero found his soul mate, and she turned out to be his sworn enemy. Snart pulled his hand out of Flash's grasp as quickly as if Barry was boiling water, and Leonard accidentally put his hand in there, and immediately groaned from a wild headache, clutching his head and twisting his face. Allen reacted instantly, grabbed him by the same hand, squeezed it and concentrated, feeling the pain of Snart flowing through his veins, filling him from the inside, penetrating into every cell, and at the same time feeling this pain leaving his soulmate's body. "And how long have you been sitting like this?" Cold asked when the pain no longer clouded his consciousness, feeling that the silence was becoming unbearable. "I didn't count," came the muffled reply, Bartholomew was too focused on taking the pain away from Leonard to count the hours, minutes or seconds. They sat there for several hours, sometimes talking about abstract topics, and after that Cisco, Lisa, Caitlin, Ronnie, Iris, Eddie, Martin, Clarissa, and Joe came to the lab. By that time Captain Cold was feeling a little better and Barry took his hand away from him. "Lenny!" Lisa exclaimed joyfully, running up to her lying brother and gently hugging him, "I'm so glad you woke up..." she breathed into his hair, closed her eyes and kissed him on the top of his head, almost crying with happiness. "I love you too, little sister," the man grinned, closing his eyes from this unexpected caress and soothing stroking the younger Snart's hand. "I have news," the girl suddenly declared, smiling mysteriously and coming closer to Ramon. "I don't think it's a good idea right now..." the guy drawled, cautiously squinting at his beloved's brother. "What's wrong?" the criminal instantly inquired, boring the black-haired man with a heavy look, because it was very suspicious that his sister's mood had changed so dramatically. Cisco swallowed nervously, wondering if Snart would finish him off on the spot or would he wait until Lisa didn't see it? A beaming Lisa took her lover's hand and Leonard literally choked on air when he saw that their palms lit up. "I'm very happy for you," the man smiled warmly and sincerely at his sister, and she hugged him again, "if you offend her, I'll wring your neck," Cold warned in all seriousness when Lisa had already left the room, and Ramon raised his hands, as if surrendering, and followed for your soul mate. As soon as the door closed behind him, Bartholomew took his soulmate's hand again, and Snart turned a very thoughtful look at Allen. "And what are we going to do with this?" Leonard pointed with his free palm at their joined glowing hands. It still seemed to him that it was some kind of beautiful terrible unreal dream. Just a crazy figment of his imagination. But at the same time, he did not want the dream to end, he felt comfortable and for some reason very calm next to Barry, even though he was a police criminologist, as well as Flash, the hero of the city, in one person. "To live, Len," Barry smiled gently at him, "just to live…"