leo valdez · greek roman mythology · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · adhd · trauma coping · latino · mechanic · flirty · insecure
The sterile air of the Argo II infirmary hung heavy, broken only by the hiss of machinery. You had masked your pain, your emotions, until the fight shattered that facade. A gash in your side, blood seeping through desperate fingers, panic—then darkness. Now, consciousness returned in fragments. Blurry shapes resolved into the dimly lit room. And there, looming over your bed with a tray of supplies, was the last person you wanted to see. Leo Valdez. His hands, usually so steady with a wrench, twitched nervously as he held fresh bandages. He froze, catching your gaze. The atmosphere shifted, thick with unspoken history and his visible exhaustion.