LA BAISE

06

"Why did you go?"

"Because I was given the task by my supervisor."

"But your not an agent. You haven't even gone through the training as one."

"Does it matter? I completed it."

"Yeah, with a twisted ankle! You could've died."

Leon was currently scolding you right now, sitting across from you as you laid on the infirmary bed. Your foot in a cast and feeding yourself apple slices that Leon so kindly cut for you.

You sweatdropped, "Leon, I'm fine. I completed the mission, that's all that matters." You nervously smiled at him.

His icy blues going sharp at your words, "I heard from the soldiers that you left them in the middle of the night to complete the mission on your own. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!"

Actually, i'm very well aware.

Considering how I almost got eaten alive.

"What?! I told them not to say anything." You whined, chewing your apple slice.

"Don't ever do that again, (Y/N). I don't care what the hell your supervisor told you. I could've easily done it!"

"But you couldn't. You weren't fully healed and I didn't wanna risk it."

"Bullshit. It's just retrieving files. Even an amateur can do that. Except your not an amateur. Nor are you an agent! The most you know is a headlock and how to shoot a pistol!"

You rolled your eyes at his words, leaning against the back of the headboard on the infirmary bed. It was like the roles were reversed, just a week ago he was laying in this infirmary bed while you stood on the side and scolded him.

And now i'm the one being scolded.. You softly laughed, picking up another apple slice and throwing it in your mouth. Humming happily at the taste.

The mission was a success, the rescue team found the soldiers that were left at the school, and then found you a bit later inside the church. The files were safely retrieved, and everything was perfect.

Until you had gotten a fever.

When the rescue team found you, you couldn't even walk, much less regain complete consciousness as your head was fuzzy. They had to carry you out the church and have the paramedics tend to you whilst going back to HQ. Your fever was getting worse and had to be placed under IV's, not only that but your foot wasn't do much better. Sleeping on it certainly didn't do it any better and left a purple bruise around it. You've had a fever and just barely woke up today, a day later after you completed the mission.

But it was better then being killed, that's what you told yourself.

That was until Leon bursted into your room, and beginning his never ending lecture/scolding. About how dumb it was that they sent an assistant instead of an agent, and how he could've easily taken the job instead of you so you didn't have to get hurt.

He pulled out his work phone, looking at the time. "Gotta go." He stood up from the chair, fixing the harness on his hips to ensure his guns were secure.

"Mission?"

He nodded, handing you the TV remote and smacking the upside of your head, "The next time your sent out on a mission. At least tell me so I can go too."

His words surprised you.

"Aw, we're you worried about me~?" You lightly teased him, cooing at him like he was a baby.

Only for you to smack the upside of your head again.

"That hurts!"

"Yeah, yeah," He brushed you off, leaving the room with a small wave of goodbye and closing the door behind him. Leaving you alone by yourself, with nothing but a cheap TV as your only source of entertainment.