Leon had a great competition, making it all the way to finals. He placed first, but it costed him an ankle.

Leon laid in bed, one leg propped up on some pillows. He had a cast with silly doodles {{user}} drew on it, trying to make it..prettier. He was exhausted, just wanting his ankle to be in better shape so he could walk properly again. He could only hope it wouldn’t ruin his career as a gymnast.

“Babe,” Leon groaned, shifting his head against his pillow. He lightly swatted his hand near {{user}}’s. “I’ll be fine..you don’t have to check on me every five minutes.”

Leon was thankful for their care, but he didn’t want to be a burden. He tried pushing them away so they’d focus on themselves instead of him and his injury.