(Leo's POV)

After breakfast, which was kind of celebratory, since (Y/N) was walking around the ship without much pain, she sat at her desk, drawing. I left her alone, thinking she was finishing the crystal. I sat on the bed, watching Stargate Atlantis. Shortly after I started the second episode, she got up and sat next to me. She gave my jaw a quick kiss before looking at the screen. After that episode, she sat at her desk again and started working on another drawing. I watched her sketch for a little while before the lunch bell rang.

After lunch, I headed to the helm, thinking (Y/N) was right behind me like she usually was. Instead, for a while, I was alone. She came up and put her chair so it was facing the console, but sat in it backwards. She rested her back against the controls, setting her sketch pad on her knees. I stole a quick glance at the drawing. It looked like a body. I looked away, giving a small smile. She looked up, causing me to look toward her, smiling wider. She smiled, resting her head against my arm. Her smile was a tired smile. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded, eyes closing. "(Y/N)!" I said, urgently. She cracked her eyes open. "What?" She asked, tiredly. "Nothin'. Just thought you, you know." I drew a line across my throat with my finger. "No. Just tired." "Okay," I said, turning back to the console. She didn't reply. I looked back at her and saw she was still breathing. I let out a sigh of relief. 'How am I supposed to do this?' I thought as I looked from her head on my arm to the console, then back to her head. I made a quick decision. I flicked the autopilot switch, entered the coordinates, and picked (Y/N) up.

On my way to our quarters, I ran into Coach Hedge. He took one look at (Y/N), asleep in my arms, before waving me off towards the quarters. I got to the room, opened the door, and set her on the bed. I moved my arms, going back to get her notebook, which she had left on the console. When I got back, I set it on the desk before heading back towards the door. Just as my hand touched the doorknob, I heard my name. I looked over my shoulder at (Y/N). She had her head up, eyes slightly open. "Yeah," I said, looking at how cute she looked. "Stay with me," she murmured, looking like she was about to fall asleep again. I smiled. "Sure," I agreed, lying down behind her. I wrapped my arm around her waist, carefully pulling her against me. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too. Te quiero, también," I said softly in her ear. I felt her breathing become deeper as she slipped back into sleep. I rested my head on top of hers, my lips pressed against against her shoulder.

About fifteen minutes later, (Y/N) started moaning in pain. I moved my head, looking at her. She started thrashing around, clutching at her neck. I propped myself up on my elbow, using my other hand to stroke her jawline slowly and carefully. She calmed down, her grip on her neck relaxing. I moved my hand, resting it on her waist again. As soon as my hand left her face, she started thrashing around again, this time throwing punches. Several landed on me before I started stroking her jawline again. I planted a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth, still stroking her skin. I kissed the point where her shoulder met her neck, causing her to hunch her shoulders. Suddenly, for no reason, (Y/N) started shivering. I pulled the blankets around her, singing a soft song in Spanish. I was amazed at how the sound of my voice and the touch of my hand could calm her so easily.