Helena just finished a book after a few hours trying to get her mind off things. It didn't seem to work though, and she felt as restless as ever. She had just spent the last several hours crying in her bed followed by a hard workout with her punching bag. Helena couldn't help but feel like there was something amiss in the air. Not only did she feel incompetent but her body told her to be on edge for today. Ever since Deborah died she wondered if she was starting to become bi-polar or have something else along those lines. One moment she would be happy, the next she'd break down somehow. Whether it was through crying or using her rage to attack, Helena felt as if she might lose herself.

"Why can't I just get it together? It's like Leon said, there is nothing you can do. What's done has been done."

She found herself mumbling for a time while she sat on her couch staring up at the red ceiling. Helena thought back to a mission Leon and her went on this last year. They both were shipped off to the Middle East as a last ditch effort to help out the BSAA with a bio attack, an attack the team was losing fast because of the super sized zombies. It was a close call for Leon and her because they almost ended up dying together, until Jake Mueller showed up and helped the BSAA fight the B.O.W's off.

Helena remembered aiming her gun at one of the beasts. The smell of sand and blood filled her nostrils up and her muscles tensed upon hearing the lonesome screech of the B.O.W before her. She could hear Jake shouting to shoot, but all she could hear were the screams of her sister. The shout from the B.O.W made her have a post traumatic episode. She could see herself back in the darkness with the foul stench of death and decay, forcing her sister over the edge of a cliff before letting her fall. While this memory replayed in her head like a broken record, Leon came up and grabbed her in what appeared to be a hug as he took a hit from the creature. Her eyes flicked and winced as she looked up to see Leon panting. His face was covered in blood and his lower body had deep gashes. From Helena's view they looked as deep as a canyon. Helena found herself screaming at the top of her lungs as she held Leon in her arms hoping it wasn't the end for him. Not long after that, the B.O.W. attacked her and she blacked out.

She could remember waking up in the government hospital. The air felt cold and bitter as it hit her body like daggers. Her mind kept on telling her she was still fighting in the desert but her heart told her it was safe. Not that the government hospital ever felt safe but if she had to choose between this place and a B.O.W, she'd rather take the first option. Her whole body was covered in wires and mesh. IVs were hooked up to the point where she looked like a squid with protruding tentacles. Her vision was still somewhat faint as she leaned onto her side, feeling the pain of her wound. Helena winced as she could feel her skin pinch from the stitches keeping her body intact.

Helena then looked to the foot of the bed and saw a mess of hair. At first she thought this might have been hers because the doctors had cut her hair for a surgery procedure on her forehead. Her eyes tried to focus in more, but still the images came out blurry. Using all the strength she could muster, she slightly kicked the object. She heard a yell then as the object rose up she could tell it was Leon. Helena had never been so happy to see him alive and well. He looked bandaged up and had cuts on his face from what she could make out. Leon walked over to her so she could get a closer look at him. He smiled at her as he pulled up a metal chair and sat by her side.

"Leon what are you doing here?"

Helena faintly spoke. Her throat felt clogged and dry.

"Try not to talk anymore if you can. I got patched up a week ago and recovered. You've been out for the last three weeks. The doctors told me you are lucky because you took a massive blow to the head. I've been here waiting for you to wake up."

Helena began to cough uncontrollably and Leon got her a glass of water. She swallowed it as if she was starving. Her throat felt like it was on fire the entire time she drank. What calmed her was that she logically came to the conclusion that Leon stayed there by her side the entire time. It brought her joy considering the fact that he was dying in her arms at one moment.

"You didn't answer me: why are you here?"

Leon smiled yet again, trying to look sincere as possible. He sighed a bit and stroked the side of her soft face.

"I've come to take you home."

Helena looked slightly baffled by his remark.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, see…your legs are broken. I'm surprised you even managed to kick me slightly. I'm taking you home with me so you can recover. I already went through the paperwork so you are under my care now. Until you get better, that is. I got to warn you my apartment is not the best as it could be right now. It's like a tornado came through and ransacked it."

Tears began to tremble down Helena's face as Leon leaned closer to her. He was nearly inches away from her face now and he continued to stroke the side of her cheek taking caution not to put pressure on her head.

"I thought you died."

"Shh…its okay. I'm here…"

"Don't leave."

"Helena, I'm not going anywhere without you."

Helena jolted herself up from the couch and panted. She looked over at her clock which read it was 2:35 in the afternoon. She growled as she fell back into couch, feeling disappointed with herself.

"I slept for three hours…I got so much crap to take care of in the apartment today. I got no time to be dreaming of the past."

She gazed upon her living room seeing all the piled dishes and the forest of clothes that were scattered throughout the floor. Helena shook her head. Leon's apartment was always well kept and tidy since she lived with him for two months while in recovery. He went out of his way to make it obstacle free and since then he's made quite a habit out of cleaning. At this point he was probably better than Helena at this.

"Maybe a shower will help me out."

Helena went into her bathroom, stripped off her clothes and turned on the water. Shortly after she hopped in, taking care that she didn't slip and fall. She breathed in the steam from the warm water that hit her body. She thought to herself that bathing seemed to be the only way to truly let her mind be calm. As she was enjoying her body being refreshed, she couldn't help but hear the door to her apartment open up. Her eyes grew wide as she realized she forgot to lock it. Thinking it might be an intruder; Helena gently came out of the shower, with the water still on and grabbed a spare knife she kept behind the toilet. Slowly she began to sneak her way out of the bathroom. Her mind was poised and her body already took a fighting stance. She then went down the hallway and jumped to where she could face the intruder.

"Hel-Helena?"

Leon couldn't help but stare at Helena and her naked body. Both of their eyes went wide and Helena began to shake.

"Leon what are you doing here!?"

"The door was open and I just-"

"Turn around!"

"I'm sorry!"

Leon swiftly made a beeline for the wall. He felt like his heart was going to fall out of his chest. He was at a loss of words as his face kept on getting redder by the second. Helena wanted to hit him upside the head but felt the situation would have been more awkward than it needed to be. She calmly withdrew the knife and shook her head out of disbelief.

"I'm going to finish up my shower. I'll be out soon."

With that she turned and went back to the bathroom then slammed the door behind her. Leon went over to Helena's couch and slumped into it. He put his hand over his face and breathed deeply.

"Great going Kennedy…really, great going."