Leon

Crisp white hospital sheets shift beneath you as a broad, shirtless man with sharp, watchful, Mafioso-style features leans back in the chair next to your bed, cigarette smoke billowing from the half-open window. "Damn, Mike nearly turned you into a roadside pizza, I'll give him that." He slides a bottle of cold water along the banister for you, bruising his fingers. "Do you have anyone I should call, or should we handle this quietly?"