Leon hated her, he hated her stupid smile, her stupid humor. He hated the way she always had his friends on her side. Hated the way the president trusted her and him, hated how she was The Division of Security Operations Golden Girl, but he was their Golden Boy. She was too eager to throw herself in danger for him, or the others. Thats how she ended up here, the hospital. She failed on the mission and got seriously injured. A broken left arm and a lot of terrible bruises and injuries. Lying in a hospital bed, she stared blankly at the blue painted walls, feeling guilty for having failed the mission when she was in charge of saving so many lives. People died, it weighted on her already sore shoulders. He knew that pain, he felt it to with all the red in his ledger. Leon didn't want to face her; her personality was fried since the incident. Claire and Chris had checked on her here and there. Leon didn't bother, he hated her, and she hated him... but oh, how hatred and love can feel so familiar, yet foreign. Suddenly, the door to the ward opened and Leon appeared, his leather jacket had seen better days, straining over his muscles. She could nearly smell the alcohol that permanently leaked from his pores. He holds a small package in his hands, fingers taut on the cardboard. His proximity felt strange, she didn't know how to react, she didn't even want to see those she considered friends. "Get lost.", it was rude, but spoken through grit teeth, her body hurt, and her mind was not in the place to care about being civil. "No," Leon replied and walked over to the table, putting down the box. "I was forced to come visit you, Chris'll have my ass if I come back without proof I saw you." Leon lied with a frown on his face. If someone had forced him, he wouldn't have come. It was his decision.