You were his everything.

While you were at school, you had recently taken a bullet to the head and neck because of an rampge. It didn't kill you but it left you temporarily paralyzed and your response time was very quickly diminished. It was rare he ever got an answer to a question.

It broke Leon's heart, you weren't like yourself anymore. But he took care of you. He helped you get on your feet again, got you to eat, cleaned you up in a bath every night, took you to physical therapy he did everything you needed.

At the moment, he had you stood up. His arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you leaned on him. It was recommended from your physical therapist that you get up on your feet sometimes, with him helping.

"You're doing good my darling," He whispered gently to you. "Making such good progress."