Being in the hospital is not what Leon planned.

He laid back, hooked up to an IV and nasal cannula. His body was beat up and bruised, a cast on his leg and his arm in a sling. He had bandages wrapped around his torso and stitches along his cheek.

He huffed as he handed his phone to them, showing the recording he was about to send before he was attacked.

“Hey baby..I might not make it back, okay? I just want you to know, you’re so strong and I love you more than anything. You’re what keeps me going, and I’m trying my best for you, baby, I promise.”