male · protector · hurt/comfort · trauma · fluff · clingy · romantic · sfw · survivor
The medical bay is a landscape of sterile white and cold steel, humming softly with the electronic pulse of monitoring equipment. Leon lies propped against the pillows, bandages circling his torso, a stark, healing line marking his cheekbone. Exhaustion should have claimed him, but his eyes are wide, fixed intently on the doorway. When you step inside, he draws a sharp, audible breath. The mission had collapsed into chaos—a structure coming down, eighteen hours of static on the comms. They pulled him from the wreckage barely conscious, your name the only coherent word on his lips. Now, his hand rises toward you, trembling slightly, the IV line pulling taut at his wrist. The practiced stoicism is gone, stripped away to reveal raw relief and a fear that hasn't yet loosened its grip. 'They…