What is Happening to Me (Part 5) (Patreon)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,213

Contains: fluff, sleepy boy, blood, slight angst, cuteness.

Nothing much really happened while Claire was staying with you in your home until Leon returned from this job, whatever that meant. You would try and do your best to help Claire with the cooking and cleaning, but you were only able to do a small amount before she could see you starting to overwork yourself. She wanted you to not feel useless and help a little bit, knowing Leon would be telling you not to do anything when he was back. You felt hollow after not seeing Leon for 2 days now. This man had been by your side since you had woken from your accident, you couldn't remember anything before then and now not seeing him? Not even a text! It was starting to eat away at you, as if something was missing.
You figured it wasn't the best thing, and you should get used to being alone without him. However it just felt... Weird, even to the point of anxiety. You hoped he was alright, as something in the deep depths of your mind was telling you he'll be alright, he always is. And those subconscious thoughts only made you worry even more, what did you mean by, he'll be fine, or he always is?

Claire had received a text from him to let her and you know he would be home that night, and not to wait up for him. So Claire packed up her work she had brought, you figured she was some kind of journalist. She then left the house to you once it had gotten dark, and Leon would be home in a few hours. Making sure you were going to be alright, you assure her you were fine and she leaves you to rest up.
Watching her drive off in her car you felt your body become heavy soon after, figuring you should just go up to bed and sleep, Leon should be home by the time you woke anyway. Getting ready for bed, you brush your teeth and wash your face to freshen up. Laying in bed with the lamp on, from his side, like you had every night he hasn't been here. Normally you would have fallen asleep by now, but you felt the anticipation in your entire body, waiting very impatiently for Leon to come home. You did manage to doze off for an hour until the front door clicked. Your eyes shooting open and you hear keys gently being placed near the front door. That was him, Leon was home!

Sitting up with a small wince you hoist yourself over the edge of the bed and make your way down the stairs quietly, you heard a heavy flop onto the lounge as you started heading down the wooden stairs. You had studied where every single creak and groan on the stairs were and had memorised their positions while Claire had been here, she would fall asleep on the lounge after working hard. So you put it into practice once again. The lights were off in the house, the only light was from the lamp in the loft, making downstairs dim.
You slowly make your way to the form laying face up on the lounge, a towel having been laid under him first. A stench of iron filled your nose as you saw Leon laying with his left arm draped over his eyes, his other hand resting on his stomach. He was covered in something but was hard to see in the dim light, silently walking beside him as not to wake him if he had already fallen asleep. You get a better look, your eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Blood. Leon was COVERED in BLOOD! "What the h-" Was all you got out before you found your wrist had been grabbed, pulled down to your knees and a gun pressed against the bottom of your chin angling your head up slightly. Your cry of pain had suddenly reminded Leon that he was in his home, and you were back from the hospital.
"(Y/N)!!" He says with worry in his voice, realising what he had just done. Letting you go and pulling his gun away from your chin, he leaps up from the lounge and rushes to turn the lights on, causing both of you to squint. He sees your crouched over body kneeling beside the lounge, one arm on the seat to support your body, the other held tight against your side.
Jogging around to you he kneels, taking your hand that was supporting you and lifts you up to sit on the lounge. Pulling the dirty towel to the side so you don't sit on it. Your face distorted from the intense shooting pain running through your entire left side.

"Damn this.. blasted wound! How did I even get it!?" You asked as tears had unintentionally started to fall from your eyes from the pain.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot I wasn't alone here. I'm tired and-" He stops looking under your hand and seeing blood starting to seep through your PJ shirt. "Shit!" He says standing up and looking around, getting his bearings then hurrying into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You watch him run back, and kneel down in front of you. He gently lays you against the back of the lounge, essentially just laying on your back with how wide the seat was. He then lifts your top and sees the dressing covered in blood and seeping through, his eyes wince in pain just by looking at it, brows furrowed tight as he pulls on gloves quickly. Leon pulls up the padding and removes it, pressing a gauze to your wound, cleaning it of the fresh blood so he can see what had opened.
The only thing you could do was watch him as he worked on getting your wound to stop bleeding, it had only opened up slightly, not as bad as it looked. It was just wanting to bleed a lot. His eyes were focused, dark rings under his eyes, darker than normal. You could tell they were heavy with how swollen, and yet at the same time, how sunken they were. He was absolutely covered in blood and you couldn't tell if it was all of his blood or someone else's, but he had bruises on his cheek bone, and a cut above his right brow.

You reach your left hand up and gently touch his bruised right cheek causing him to look up at you, his brows raising and his expression telling you just how sorry he was. "Leon.. I'm not bleeding out, please relax." You say to him as he looks to his hands covered in your blood but had seemed to stopped the bleeding, using surgery grade glue and placing a strip of healing tape on it. The tape would fall off when the wound is healed enough.
"I'm really sorry, I should have been more mindful that you were here." He apologised again.

You shake your head. "No, I'm sorry I shouldn't have snuck up on you, I just didn't want to wake you, but when I saw you all covered in blood I just..." You pause looking over his body as the stench hit your nose again, making it scrunch up. "What happened to you? What is our job? I found a badge with my name on the card and we have weapons everywhere and you don't come home in days and when you do you're all covered in blood and bruised and cuts and-" You forget to breathe as you started to get emotional. Tears starting to actually fall from your eyes along with the automatic ones your body had let fall with the initial pain.
You were suddenly sat up and pulled into a hug by Leon, making sure not to move you too fast, but fast enough to stop you from talking. You just lean into his messy shoulder. Your arms wrapping around his back as you return the hug, adding your tears to the mix of fluids on his clothing.

"I'm sorry I've been secretive. I was hoping, maybe I could keep you from the truth a little longer, but... I know I can't keep your from it." Leon tries to explain his reasoning for the silence. "Claire told me you keep having more and more nightmares, and I don't think telling you the truth will help them, but it might make your subconscious realise it doesn't have to keep showing you. It doesn't have to try and keep you alive if you know you aren't in danger here at home."

"Leon, What do you mean?" You ask pulling away with a sniff as you wipe your eyes free of tears. Leon continues to patch you up after wiping over it with an alcohol wipe and sticks another pad over your wound. 

"What I mean is... You hate watching horror movies. You work with me as a DSO Agent for a top secret elite force. Members are hand picked by the President himself and we eliminate any Viral, or Parasitic infected being before it spreads. Or before too many casualties occur." He explains removing the gloves covered in your blood, placing them on the bloodied towel to the side. He gently rests a hand on your side to help with pressure on the wound just wanting to make sure it stops bleeding for good.

"So... My dreams? They aren't from movies or made up in my head?" What the actual hell was he trying to say? There is now way zombies and those creatures exist, right?

"They are memories, not just dreams." He says looking down at your hands in your lap. He wanted to reach out and hold them, but understood if you thought he was either absolutely crazy, or some deranged person.
You could see him looking at your hands and you open them up, reaching them out for him to take them. Looking up into your eyes, Leon searched your face for what emotion you were showing. He saw an understanding and sympathetic look, your (E/C) eyes staring deep into his soul and he felt his heart flutter. 

"I understand now, why you wanted to keep the truth from me.. But if I know what is happening to me, then maybe I can try and remember more? Remember us?" You say reaching down to take his hands. He holds yours tight and pulls them both to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently.
"But right now you really need a shower and some sleep." You smile pulling your hands from his and patting the top of his head before trying your best to stand up. "Actually... on Second thought, I might stay right here for tonight..." You say with a sheepish look on your face.
And there is was again, that look of guilt and apology on his face.
"Just let me shower and I'll carry you up to bed. I don't want you sleeping on the lounge."

"I'll be fine here, really." You assure as he helps you lay down.

"Nope, not happening. I want to sleep in my bed tonight, and I'm not sleeping alone again..." He says walking off with the first aid, towel and gloves towards the bathroom. You just let out a sigh and stare up at the tall ceiling, your eyes becoming heavy, and now that you knew Leon was home you felt at peace. Falling fast asleep as you listened to the shower.

The next thing you know, you are slightly woken up as your body was hovering, the smell of Leon's shampoo, conditioner and body wash was filling your nose as he carried you upstairs to the loft. You feel your body gently being laid down, your eyes opening as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." He said quietly, his hair damp and slightly dripping onto his shoulders as he pulls the blanket up over you. He then walks around the bottom of the bed and slides into his side of the bed with a long winded sigh, his body aching from his recent mission. He rolled over to face you, leaving the lamp on for your nightmares, having it behind him made it not as bright. Even though right now he could sleep under the bright sun batting down on him, he was that tired.

"Leon?"

"Mm?" He hums, one eye opening to look up at you as he had tucked himself deep in the blanket.

"Will you tell me what your job was in the morning?" You asked hoping he would comply, now that you knew the truth. You still hadn't seen these zombies and creatures, so you were still in denial, but that was also a river in Egypt, and that... That was real, so maybe this was as well.

"Yeah... Sure." He said looking up to you for a moment, seeing the smile pull at your lips, it was contagious. A smile creeping onto his own lips as he closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. Both of you sleep together, peacefully, not nightmares from either of you as you felt safest beside each other.