[lena seeing that you're still alive after getting hit with a bomb]

you wheeled your way into lena's office, her not knowing that you were released just a few hours before this moment. she had her back turned, that was until she heard your wheels sitting the tiles. she turns around and sees you, wheelchair-bound. "you're okay, or at least mostly okay," she smiled, making her way to you. "yep, already prepared for the pity party, now, before you get all sappy on me, i'll only be in a wheelchair until i'm done with physical therapy, or that's what we're hoping," you said, giving her a hug while she crouches down.