But unfortunately, Leo wasn't playing by Rafael's playbook. When he saw Hera being carefully placed on the king-size bed, he silently propped himself up, slowly swinging his legs over the side while the IV dripped from his arm and other machines beeped and whirred around him.
To anyone watching, he looked pitiful, fragile, even bullied. Hera, still glowing from her own happiness at seeing Leo warm up to her, felt her heart ache at the sight seeing him struggling so determinedly just to sleep beside her.
Rafael, on the other hand, who had hoped for some alone time with Hera, could only gape, utterly unprepared for Leo's silent determination.
With gritted teeth, he could see that Leo was playing the pitiful card again. Although Hera didn't scold him for pushing Leo this far, it was obvious she felt a pang of guilt for him. She slowly propped herself up, and if she weren't injured, she probably would have leapt out of bed and gone to him on her own.
