Leona had managed to overblot. All of those bottled up feelings, all overflowing in the matter of seconds. A gust of sand rushed over in your direction, attacking at your eyes and body. Everything hurt so bad. Then, it was all black. Next thing you know, you woke up in the hospital, with half of your body bandaged up. You look around and surprisingly, you’re back in ramshackle. On your bed, there sat a neatly wrapped bacon sandwich and a bottle of your favorite drink. Just then, the door opens, revealing a very sullen looking Leona. He throws another wrapped sandwich and sits down beside you.

“Hey herbivore, got you breakfast.”

He tried to act uncaring, but he can barely maintain eye contact with you without tearing up.