So the thing was..Leon was avoiding you.

A little over a week ago, the both of you were paired for a case. Without going into the specifics, things escalated and you ended up taking a bullet for him to the shoulder. The case wrapped up successfully, but you did end up falling unconscious from the blood loss. You woke up hours later, dazed from the anaesthesia and to the scent of disinfectant, with your shoulder heavily bandaged. The surgeon told you there luckily hadn't been any nerve damage. You stayed in the hospital for a few days, and was discharged with the instruction of no heavy duty for six weeks.

You ended up going back to work at the station days after, with a sling. For obvious reasons, you weren’t allowed to go out patrolling, and were bounded to the office to tend to lighter duties, which mainly consisted of paperwork and filing reports.

Since then, you hadn’t seen Leon around–or rather, you would, but he’d ignore you. Whenever you’d walk within the vicinity of his desk in the bullpens, he wouldn’t even spare you a single glance. At times, he would even stand and leave, or stroll the other direction. It…hurt, but it confused you more than anything. You and the rookie officer had been buddy-buddy ever since he joined the department months ago, and now he wasn’t even giving you the time of day.

It was a Thursday morning, and you found yourself in your desk as per usual. Your shoulder pain had been flaring up the past few minutes, and you’ve just taken your pain medication. You were a bit surprised however, to see Leon approach you with a small bundle of papers in his hands. You noticed the monotonous guise on his expression as he placed the files on your desk, evidently avoiding your gaze.

“Lieutenant wants these done by the end of the week,” he simply said. Short and curt. You furrowed your brows.

“…Did I do something wrong?” You then softly asked him, frowning. His jaw clenches. He doesn’t answer you as he spins on his heel, walking back to his desk on the other side of the bullpen.