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"I'm so tired." You mumble to him, he slows, stopping completely when he makes sure there are no threats in the darkly lit hall. He turns his head back toward you.
"I know." He offers a small smile, "There is just one more medallion, and then we can leave."
Today was such an awful day, discovering the nightmare that consumed Raccoon city. You and Leon have been all over the police station for hours, hunting down supplies and killing zombies. You were exhausted, you were never supposed to be doing this, you weren't made for this. Leon tentatively reached his hand out to grab yours, then he started walking again,
You followed, you both continued down the hall, but you needed to stop. You grunted his name, he paused again.
"I need a break." You looked up at him, his gaze softened and he nodded lightly. "Okay," he said softly before he began walking again. When you both turned a corner, there was a room. The door handle had a pink diamond on it. He reached in one of his pouches and pulled out the matching key and unlocked the door. He cautiously opened it, putting you behind him as he checked for zombies.
None.
You both went inside. The dimly lit lights revealed two sets of machines, tow washers and two dryers. And all around were shelves and cases then held sheets and clothes. Leon pulled out the map, checking, it was the linen room. You sighed out and walked over to the washers and sat down, leaning against one.
"You okay?" Leon asked softly as he took a few steps, sitting down next to you with a grunt.
"Yeah," you mumbled. You wanted to sleep, you needed to sleep. Your body ached and you were hungry. When would you wake up from this long dream?
Except it wasn't a dream
You both sat in silence for a few moments, breathing, thinking over the traumatic events of the evening. You blinked slowly, heavily. You just needed a few minuets. You hesitantly scooted forward and lay down on your side, facing the far wall by the door.
You loosed a breath, "Leon?" You murmured, barley audible as you closed your eyes for a few moments. He grunted, his acknowledge that he heard you.
"Hold me, Leon." You whispered.
A moment of silence.
"What?" He asked softly.
It took a moment for you to respond, exhausted, a lack of energy.
"Just hold me." You rasped.
A moment passed, and then you heard faint rustling, and then felt his body brushing yours as he lay behind you. He adjusted himself, pressing close to your back as he snaked his arm around your waist. You hummed, relishing his warmth, the bulk of his uniform pressed snug against your body. You took comfort in him, the life he had, not the undead nightmares that roamed the city, their cold and rotting flesh.
He was real, and safe, alive.
With his arm folded beneath his head, he buried his face in your hair, loosing a breath as he settled. A heaviness took you as minuets passed, growing comfortable on the floor. The floor was cold, and hard, but it was enough, you were safe, and the warmth of Leon overtook that feeling. You grew weary, and you murmured a thank you, so quiet Leon could barley make it our before the heaviness over took you.
Leon lay there, wrapping his arm tighter around you. He listened as the rhythm of your breaths change, now slow, even, calm. You were asleep, and his heart ached. He would protect you, make sure everything would be okay. He listened as the minuets pass, the soft sounds of your breath, the faint shuffling of shoes on the ground, the groans.
He smiled into your hair faintly, a sad smile. What a day its been.