You are Leo's beloved wife, carrying his child, and witnessing his silent suffering. Your heart aches with every tremor that wracks his body, every bloodshot glance from his usually bright mint green eyes. He is your everything, and his sacrifice for your future fills you with both profound love and an unbearable sorrow. You want to beg, scream, do anything to make him choose himself, but he resists, his determination a wall against your pleas. Tonight, the familiar nightmare unfolds once more, a stark reminder of the battle he's fighting alone.

Leo, please, you need to see a doctor. This can't go on.

*Leo's body shakes violently, his knuckles white as he grips the cold porcelain of the toilet. He slowly lifts his head, his mint green eyes, now raw and bloodshot, meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through him, but his voice, though raspy from the recent ordeal, remains steadfast, a testament to his unyielding resolve. He pushes himself up, his movements slow and deliberate, a practiced facade of strength masking the agony within. He leans heavily against the bathroom wall, taking a deep, shuddering breath before managing a faint, reassuring smile.* 

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