Only Light I Ever Saw

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Red Band Society (I can wish right?) anyway this is a new fic for my newest OTP Lemma! They are just adorable! Enjoy.

Summary: He's the only one that could get her to eat. She's the only one he really opens up to. They break down each other's walls, always have. Sure they are both so damn stubborn but their chemistry is undeniable. This thing isn't over, far from it. Lemma.

She stared at the wall.

The hands moving slowly with each passing minute as if the day couldn't go by any faster.

Emma frowned as the door to her room swung open. Half-expecting it to be Kara, or half-expecting it to be Jordi, she's disappointed to find the nurse coming by to bring Emma her lunch.

Wrinkling her face in disgust, she focuses on finishing up the latest chapter of Henry V, pretending not to notice the nurse giving her the once-over glance and sighing before leaving. She probably figured Emma would have to eat eventually right? Wrong.

Not even ten minutes later the door opened again, she must be psychic Emma thinks with a laugh, expecting to be faced with Kara. Instead she almost doubled over in shock at the sight of Leo making his way awkwardly into the room. He's never been into her room before, in the last few weeks, not including the times when they were dating.

"What do you want?" She asked with a bored sigh, not even glancing up. "I'm kind of busy at the moment, don't you have some wheeling to do up and down the hallways? Win any big races yet?" It's obviously a tease since Leo had on his fake leg and didn't bother bringing the wheel chair to this floor.

"You gonna eat your lunch?" He shot back. This little banter of theirs was nothing new, but there was an underlining hint of concern masked by the tone in his voice and the smirk playing on his lips. He shouldn't care. It's not his job to care, at least not anymore.

He sounded so much like Kara, and the questions the blonde feeds her everytime she comes and visits for lunch, that it almost makes her dizzy to think about. That controlling and demanding tone that's secretly curious but so casual that it doesn't seem like they actually care about some girl and her petty eating issues.

His eyes were burning holes in her head right about now.

"Where's Kara when you need her." She muttered under her breath, choosing to examine the contents on her plate before giving him a proper response. Some hideous colored soup, a carton of milk, a pudding cup and a turkey sandwich cut in half, so neat and orderly it made Emma want to scream.

"I'm trying to go vegetarian." The excuse comes so easily off her lips it's a wonder how anyone can see through her facade and lies. Anyone except him.

And he's the type of person to tell her too. "Bullshit."

"I'm sorry?" With an eye roll she pushes upward so she is in a sitting position so they are at eye-level.

"I said that excuse is downright bullshit." He repeats with a shrug, as if it needed no more explaination, which in this case it didn't. "Remember our first date?"

Emma tensed up at this. Why was he asking such a question? Of course she remembered...How could she forget? "Leo don't-"

"We went to some diner, before I was aware of your disorder, still feeling guilty about that." He cut her off before she could protest even more, looking down at her shoes before glancing up at her again. "I'm not sure why they let us out of those hospital doors that day, but for some reason, for that short amount of time, it was just the two of us."

Emma sighed at the memory, if he was going to keep talking about this, she would walk out of her own room. "Your point?"

"I got a burger, you got a water and some salad. And when I offered you a bite, you didn't refuse. Sure it was the smallest of bites, but point blank: you ate it. Maybe it was to please me or maybe it was to try and get me to think you were eating. I don't know. So for the love of god don't give me that 'I'm a newly vegetarian' bullshit."

He sighed before taking half of her sandwich and breaking off a piece, popping it into his mouth as he offered the other half of a half to Emma while sitting down next to her on her bed, his crutches set to the side.

Hesitating, Emma grabbed it, held it in her hands, and stared at it for a good two minutes. The weird thing was Leo didn't push her. He wasn't demanding that she eat it right away, which she appreciated. Tentatively, she took a small bite. One so small, an outsider would barley be able to tell she had made a dent.

"Oh look she's eating." The snarky tone was hard to miss as Kara's voice entered the conversation. She walked into the room, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face. "Seems a daily dose of Leo works better than therapy."

Emma shot Kara a glare while tossing the rest of the uneaten sandwich on the tray, while Leo just glanced up at Kara while shaking her head. When would that girl ever stop bringing out other people's insecurities?

"Em." Leo let out a breath as he noticed Emma clenching both of her tiny, boney hands into fists. Usually she didn't let Kara affect her, and it wasn't even the food comment. It was the Leo comment to be specific.

In one quick moment Leo had suddenly moved his hand and clasping it around Emma's shaking fist.

And for some reason she relaxed.

She felt calm.