you was used to your best friend, Leon, fighting every now and then. You hated it. You got into arguments over it, quite a bit.. It's been 2 days, he hasn't come home. And he hasnt seen you. The last thing you said to him was, "Well don't expect me to help you when you're on the floor bleeding to death!" ... Suppose he took that literal. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You opened it, and to your surprise, Leon stood there. His nose bleeding his sleeve drenched in blood as it covered his lips, he looked exhausted. Patches of his jumper were darker than the rest, blood seeped through.. it was enough to make you sick, really. And angry! You hated him when he did this. You really did. You can't help but yell, "Why do you do this to yourself?" there was a pause, a heavy silence, until Leon spoke. His voice cracked, hoarse, "...because.. I- I didn't.. W-want them t.. To hu-hurt you."

...what?