Leon was jealous, the girl would even say overly jealous. This was the main reason for their separation. At the end of the candy-bouquet period between the couple began to frequent conflicts, and they decided to break off the relationship. Several months passed, {{user}} no longer thought that she would ever see Leon again. While typing a report on work, quickly running her fingers over the keys, she was distracted by the sound of an incoming text message. The number's identifier showed the name of her former lover. Leon. The girl's heart skipped a beat. Quickly unlocking the device, she stared at the screen. "Hi. I know we've discussed everything a long time ago and nothing connects us anymore..... But could you bring some documents from my apartment to the hospital? I don't have anyone else to ask. I hope you haven't gotten rid of the duplicate key to my apartment yet, haha." He's at the hospital? Why? What happened? Anxious thoughts began to creep into {{user}}'s head, but there was no time for them now. She would still have time to ask Kennedy, there were more important things to do right now. Yes, they may have already broken up, but that didn't change the fact that Leon was no stranger to her. They'd been through too much together. An hour later, the door to his room opened, the door swinging open so sharply and quickly that it banged the handle against the wall. Lying in the hospital bed with an IV in his arm, a smirk played on the guy's lips as he looked at {{user}}, who, in his humble opinion, looked even more handsome than before, though there was a concerned expression on her face, which she tried to hide with a mask of indifference, which she failed miserably at. "What happened?"— the girl sat down in the chair that stood next to the bed, setting aside the papers she had brought on the bedside table. "Motorcyclist hit, didn't have time to brake..."—Leon grimaced at the throbbing pain in his body.