Pain

Leo's stare grows just a little colder as Ryan gets up to leave. Her answer had not been the one he was looking for. He was a person who liked facts... facts he could understand and put together. But Ryan wasn't giving him any real reasons. Just unconnected pieces. But whether she admitted to anything going on or not, she had mentioned Alec and Leo knew he had something to do with this.

Having Ryan walk away, Leo's hand smacks the table, rattling the silverware. "Dang it." Putting his face in his hands, he gives a growl of frustration. Ryan had just broken up with him... she'd actually just broken up with him. Things had been going so well and -

He stops his thoughts short, getting up from the table and tossing down the rest of what was owed for his part of the meal. Stalking out the door, he goes to his car, getting in and pulling out a little faster than he should, his tires squealing.

Arriving back to the auto shop, Leo just sits in his car for a few minutes, trying to sort through his jumbled thoughts before going inside. He was confused, upset... angry. He'd been some fool. Finally he gets out and heads inside. Not greeting anyone, he tosses his jacket and keys aside, going straight for the car he'd been working on before lunch.

"Yo, Leo, I'm ahead of ya, man!" Jed hollers, teasing him.

"Bug off," Leo growls.

Jed's eyes widen. "Whoa, what did you have for lunch? Lemons?"

Leo gives Jed a look that could kill. "I mean it."

"Alright, alright." Jed holds up his hands, bewildered at Leo who never got mad at anything.

Leo stares into the engine of the car, feeling as though none of the parts made any sense today. His eyes glance over to the bay where the other vehicle was waiting for Ryan. Taking a deep breath, he grabs a rag to stuff in his back pocket, then picks up a wrench.


"Mm-hmm." Eric hears Angel come in and hears her talking to him, but he keeps his eyes closed, too tired now to bother opening them up. His face scrunches up as he feels more pain shooting up his leg but he forces himself not to draw away from Angel.

"It... uh.... it wasn't bad," he mumbles. "It was um...." He tries to stay lucid but it wasn't easy. "I hit a fence... nail or something. Horse tried to-" His hand grips his pillow at another wave of pain. "Uh... run me over."

Shaking a little his eyes are still closed. "Just gimme something for the pain..."


Jim answers his phone, not having yet gone to bed. Hearing Angel needed help, he was right on it. "Yeah yeah... be right over. I'll have the stuff."

True to his word, he comes to Eric's bunk ten minutes later with everything Angel needed and then some, just in case. "Okay, here we go." He looks down at Eric with concern. "He gonna be alright?"