Hazel knocked on his door. She shouldn't be here and she knew it, but she couldn't stay away, she just had to know he was okay.
When he didn't come to the door she went inside.
"Leo?" She called, she heard a hitched sob coming from his bathroom, like somebody trying to hide the fact that they were crying.
She pushed open the door, and found Leo sitting in the middle of the room, a bloodied dagger beside him, and three gashes along his left arm.
"Oh Leo," She knelt down in front of him and grabbed his tortured arm. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to.
Leo leaned into her and let the tears fall, sobs racked his body as Hazel clung to him, desperately hoping that if she held on tight enough his pain would simply go away. Everything else simply faded to the background. All her other problems seemed insignificant, Frank, Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus, even Gaia, none of it seemed as devastating as Leo in pain.
Eventually the tears slowed to a stop. Hazel pulled him to him feet and led him to the bed room, sitting him on the bed while she searched through his endless stack of gadgets and scrolls to find a first aid kit.
"What are you doing in here?" He said eventually as she rummaged through a particularly large pile of scrap metal on his desk.
Hazel didn't want to tell him the truth, that she had been seeking comfort about Frank, about Gaia, about everything. She didn't want to burden him. Right now, she wanted to look after him.
"I came to see if you were okay," she lied.
"I thought we settled this on deck," she heard a smirk in his voice. Only Leo could still be cracking jokes at the moment.
She pulled out the elusive first aid kit and walked over to the bed, searching for a bandage.
"I wanted to see why you weren't okay then," she looked up at him, his smirk was gone now. "Here," he said offering him a piece of ambrosia.
He gulped it down in one bite. Hazel began to disinfect and bandage his arm, even with ambrosia, gashes this deep would take a while to heal.
"Hazel I..."
"Don't you dare say you're okay, because it's pretty obvious you aren't!" She bit back tears, she couldn't cry now.
"I wasn't going to, I was going to say I don't want to burden you with all my problems,"
"Leo, it's not a burden. Worrying about you and not knowing what's wrong is a burden."
She refused to look up at him. She kept her eyes on the bandage on his arm.
"Why did you do this to yourself?"
A tear slid down her cheek, she whipped it away, hoping he hadn't seen.
But he had.
"Hazel," He grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes, those deep brown eyes, "don't cry, please."
"Don't cry?" She stepped off the bed, and stood infront of him. He looked shocked as he looked up at her.
"DON'T CRY!? Don't hurt yourself then! You slit your wrists and then tell me to act like it's okay?" She backed away from the bed and Leo came after her.
Hazel pressed her palms into her temples, and let the tears she had been biting back fall. Leo wrapped her in his arms as she sobbed, and then pulled back to look at her.
"I'm sorry," He said, "please stop, I'm so sorry. Don't cry, please don't cry"
He rested his forehead against hers, and eventually the tears stopped flowing.