𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2

Deeper Wounds

TW: Implications of suicidal thoughts, lots of angst.
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Leon and I were supposed to complete our mission and return home safely, where we would help each other deal with our own deeper wounds whilst embracing our new relationship; we'd only confessed our love for each other a few months ago.

Now we'd never have time to heal.
Never have a future.
I'd never have Leon.

His breath comes short as he leans on me more and more. I used to admire his strength and that Greek god body of his, but now he's basically using me as a crutch and I'm too weak to keep him up. I open the door to some kind of medical room, Leon grabs the wall and slides down with a thud as I shoot the approaching undead and slam the door, locking it for extra precaution.

I turn back to Leon, his face deadly pale and a shimmer of sweat coats his face, his blue eyes still vivid even though he's dying.

Fuck, I'm gonna lose him.

"Just stay there, I'll see if I can find a some bandages and-" I begin, crouching down and cupping his soft face as he just looks at me. His eyes say it all, but I refuse to accept it. I go to stand up but Leon lifts an arm and grabs my wrist, his head shakes once.

My eyes dart to the weeping bite mark on the back of his shoulder, the blood still runs heavy but that won't be the reason for his death...the virus will kill him. Then it will bring him back.

"Forget about me. Take my gun and my knife, they're yours now, get yourself out of here whilst you still can." Leon says weakly, his face contorts in pain as he grabs his knife from its sheath and passes it to me, I take it but slide it across the room as if its burnt me.

"No," I say as my lip wobbles, "I'm not leaving you, we'll deal with this, maybe you'll be okay and..." I lead off as Leon then reaches for his gun, his eyes stare at it for too long and somehow I know what he's thinking. It's a conversation we've had before, but none of us thought it would ever come true.

I snatch the gun from him, keeping it to my chest as Leon's brows fall, "Y/N, hand me the gun." He softly says, he's trying to be nice about this, but it isn't right.

"No, please-" I beg, tears running down my face now as my shoulders slump, I sit between his long legs, staring at his chest as he painfully groans.

"Just give me it, I can do it, get out of here before it's too late." Leon mumbles, his strength leaving him by the minute.

I shake my head, sobbing harder now. "Give me the god damm gun!" Leon pleads, his voice cracking as he shoves the back of his head against the wall in frustration. I shake my head, I know I'm being selfish, but I can't bring myself to literally hand him his death sentence.

I won't do it.

"I'm. Not. Leaving. You." I grit out, I throw the gun away from me before launching myself into Leon's chest, I know the risks, but I don't care. I love him, and will happily die by his side if it means being together for a second longer.

"I don't want to hurt you," Leon is only just able to say, "please don't make me hurt you."

I cling onto him, both of us are crying at this point as we sit as close as possible together in this wide open room. Leon's shoulders slump when he realises he's fighting a losing battle, so instead he wraps an arm around me, his chin rests on my head as we sit in silence, waiting for the inevitable.

"We haven't been together long," Leon begins, "but I know I would've had a very good life with you."

I sniffle, forcing a smile I cup Leon's jaw and press a delicate kiss to his lips. "I think we would've gotten married, maybe in a few years." I whisper. 

Leon nods, wheezing now as his grip on me weakens. "Two years tops, and after that we would have had our first kid."

I let out a sob but laugh too, "Yeah? Maybe a little girl, she'd have definitely been a daddy's girl."

Leon smiles, his eyes glazed as he stares down at me. "She would've been so beautiful, just like her mom."

I cling to him harder as his head begins to drop, and that's when I know Leon Kennedy is about to die. Panic takes over, we didn't have long enough. I'm not ready for him to leave me yet.

"Leon?" I whisper. He doesn't move.

"Leon!" I desperately call, shaking him as my breath comes fast. So many tears fill my eyes I can't see, I can't breathe. I can't do anything but plead and beg, crying to have back the man the world stole from me.

***Optional Kind Of Happy Ending***

The door to the medical room bangs. I barely have the strength to stand, but I do, hoping that it's one of the undead, maybe if I get bit too...

I unlock the door, but instead of an army of zombies there's Umbrella soldiers and a few scientists. My eyes widen, I reach down for Leon's gun but immediately I'm kicked down, and a scientist rushes past me to crouch by Leon.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I scream. The scientist reaches into his lab coat and pulls out a purple syringe, then jabs it into Leon's neck. I watch, being held back by the Umbrella soldiers for what feels like hours, until suddenly Leon's chest moves.

Zombies don't breathe, so does that mean...?

I don't get my answer, I'm dragged out of the room and down the pristine white corridors. From there it's a blur, but we end up at some other Umbrella facility, and I sit by Leon's bedside impatiently.

The doctors revealed that Leon was cured just in time, it's a miracle the vaccine worked, but now they want payback. Knowing Leon and I are the best agents in the US, we're essentially being forced to help Umbrella.

Somewhere along the way of all this I must've lost my loyalty, because I agreed  if it meant keeping Leon alive, but I do have a few ideas.

Hours later Leon stirs in bed, calling out my name. I rush to him, grabbing his hand as his eyes open, full of confusion.

"So I didn't go to hell?" He croaks, I shake my head and let out a watery laugh.

"You're not dead. I can't explain it now but...you're alive, still with me." I say, wrapping my arms around Leon as he hugs me back weakly, the sound of his heartbeat is one I'll never take for granted again.

"Where are we?" He mumbles, sitting up as I bite my lip, this will either make or break our relationship, but within the last few hours I've decided a world with Leon in it is better than a world without, even if he isn't with me.

I explain everything to him.

Leon hates what I've done, but surprisingly he still wants me, and even holds my hand after.

"If it was you, I'd have done the same. I'm beyond pissed, but we have so many years together for me to be mad at you. Right now..." He sighs, "I love you. But I'm not helping Umbrella, we're taking them down."

I nod, glad to have a plan or two up my sleeve.