Why Is It Always You? (Patreon)

A/N: The more I try to crawl out of the Chreon hole, the further I fall in😅

Words: 2,144
Contains: Angst, Blood, Dead Body, Fluff.

Leon had woken up in the middle of the night, eyes opening as he looks around the lounge room he was in. The room was dark, apart from the gently shine of the moon streaming in through the open window. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes not feeling like he could go back to sleep.
Leon was currently in Chris' house, insisting that Leon stay over for a night or two so he could keep an eye on him. After seeing Leon in such a state when finding him in the hotel, it reminded Chris of when he had his depressive episode. Wasting away in a bottle of alcohol.

Right arm in a sling from the recent help he had given Chris, Leon walks silently down the hallway and stops at the threshold of Chris' bedroom. The big oaf was snoring away, laying on his stomach, head resting on his bicep. The forearm attached to said bicep was wrapped in front of his eyes, hand limply hanging over his ear.
Leon just exhaled in amusement, how was that even comfortable? Shaking his head, Leon walks to the front door of the house, he needed some fresh air. Removing his phone from his pocket he places it on the coffee table, not wanting to be contacted if the DSO decided it would be good to give him a job at stupid o'clock in the morning. It had happened countless times before, and right now he needed time alone.

Leon had a spare key to Chris' house, and Chris had one to Leon's, for safety reasons. Just in case something happened and one of them needed grab something from the other's house. That was what they originally were for, not very much anymore though. Both men would just walk into the other's houses unannounced and just hang out, what were best friends for, right?
After making sure he felt said spare key in his pocket Leon leaves the house, silently closing the door behind him, walking down the gravel driveway to make his way to the road. Both Leon and Chris lived out of the city for safety reasons, though their houses were still close enough to their respective operation Head Quarters. No streetlights around, only whatever light the moon was giving Leon was lighting his way enough. 

After walking to the closest service station, which was still a 30 minute walk away, Leon enters making his way to the fridges. He stops in front of the alcohol, looking over his options. He soon sighs thinking of what Chris would say if he smelt alcohol on his breath, side stepping to the energy drinks. Taking out his favoured one, he makes his way to the counter and places it on the bench.
It was only now that he noticed the store attendant wasn't there, no matter, Leon dings the bell to get their attention. Maybe they were in the back? After a few moments of waiting, something about this situation didn't sit right in his gut. Great, and his right arm was out of commission.

Awkwardly he removes Matilda from her holster strapped to the back of his belt and used his right hand to help him remove the magazine. Checking he had bullets before sliding it back in with a click, cocking the slide to ready the gun for firing.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" He calls out, Matilda held in his left hand pointing to the ground. After no answer he walks around the counter and heads to the closed door labeled 'Staff Only', aiming Matilda at the door he kicks it open.
He was met with a body of the store attendant, her throat slit and hunched over the table. Wide, dead eyes seeming to stare into Leon's soul as he stood in the doorway.

Seeing movement from the corner of his right eye, Leon's head turns, the same woman who had grabbed Rebecca from the hotel a few hours ago stood in the distance. She held a rocket launcher, sights aimed on the station Leon was in. Instincts kick in and he runs as fast as he could to the doors, breaking the glass with the speed and force he used to open them. Stumbling on his feet he hears the all too familiar THOONK, of the rocket being launched. Trying to get behind the building to avoid the extra known explosions of the fuel pumps. The initial rocket explodes inside the shop, sending Leon through the air, rolling on the ground to a stop. He grunts in agony as the pain of his injured arm reminds Leon to be careful with it. Gripping his arm he manages to get to one knee and one foot as the fuel pumps explode, sending chunks of cement his way. He could see a chunk coming straight to him but had no time to react, smashing into Leon's head with enough force to knock him out upon impact.

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Chris was fast asleep in his bed, the sudden sound of an explosion in the close distance roused him from his sleep. Sitting up, Chris throws the blanket from his body and walks to his bedroom window, he saw the smoke in the distance, followed by a second explosion. That was where the service station was.
Chris being Chris, he walks out of his room throwing on a shirt and hopped down the hallway as he fed his legs through cargo pants.
"Leon, get up, there's something going down at the service station." He says doing up his belt as he enters the loungeroom. Leon wasn't there, Of course he wasn't there!
"Damn it Leon.." Chris hissed, seeing the phone on the coffee table, grabbing it on his way to his gun. He leaves the house grabbing his car keys, twisting the lock on the doorknob as he slammed it shut. 

Racing to his car he jumps in and starts it up. "You better not be over there, Kennedy!" He said to himself as the car roared to life, immediately being put into drive and racing down the gravel driveway.
Chris had his foot flat on the ground, another explosion going off as he was almost there. Rounding the corner he saw the the ball of fire, a familiar woman standing over a figure laying on the ground. White strips on the jacket alerted Chris the figure to be Leon.
Without hesitation Christ slams both feet on the breaks getting the woman's attention, the gun in her hand that had been aiming at Leon's head now pointed at Chris. He ducks as a few shots go through his window, opening the door to his car he roles out taking a few carefully aimed shots at her. One hitting her arm causing her to retreat. She tries taking a shot at Leon as she runs away, but misses.

Chris keeps his gun trained on her until he hears her vehicle tear off down the road, taking note of what she was driving and the numberplate. Running over to Leon he falls to his knees leaning over the bloodied body in front of him. Eyes scanning over him, noting the profusely bleeding forehead wound.
"Leon! Leon, you answer me right now!" Chris' voice cracks as he pressed two fingers under Leon's jawline, instantly feeling a pulse. "Damn it, Leon! Why is it always you?" He huffs with frustration. "Hold on, I've got ya." Chris assures an unconscious Leon, gently scooping him up in his arms. 

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Leon's body felt heavy, slowly opening his eyes to a bright white room. Squinting at the bright colours his head throbbed, causing a groan to leave his lips. This alerts one Chris Redfield who was sitting beside Leon in a comfortable single sofa.
"He lives." Chris said with a smile on his face, Leon could hear it in his voice, he didn't need to look at him to know.

"Are you sure? Maybe this is what death feels like?" Leon groaned as he adjusted his lower back and shoulders before turning to where he heard Chris' voice come from. Eyes finally opening again, they were watering from the white colouring of the sheets, floor and ceiling. A dim florescent light at the top of the wall above Leon's head lit the room dimly, the sun starting to light the sky outside. 

Chris stands and steps forwards, leaning on the railing keeping Leon secured in the bed. "How you holding up, champ?" He asked quietly as he saw Leon reach up to rub his temples. "The doctor said you'll have a concussion for a few days so no bright lights or fast movements for you." Chris informs, his hand gently resting on Leon's right shoulder.

"Greeeaaaat, Lucky me." Leon replied with a sigh, he looks up to Chris feeling his warm hand press on his shoulder. Flinching as he saw Chris leaning down quickly, placing a kiss on Leon's lips. He lays in the bed with wide eyes, ice blue eyes staring up to Chris' azure blue ones. Leon couldn't speak, his mouth hanging open slightly as he tried to process what just happened. He could feel his ears turn a hot red under his bangs, his cheeks turning a shade of deep pink.
"What..." Is all he could get out.

"Sorry, I should have asked!!" Chris said pulling away from the bed, his cheeks going a deep red with embarrassment. He then takes off out of the private room.

"Wait!" Leon calls out pulling himself to sit up with the railing on his left.
Chris hurried towards a lounge area, a few comfortable lounges, with two vending machines, one with snacks and the other with drinks.
Leon gets out of his bed, turning the blood oxygen machine off before removing it from his finger so he didn't alert the nurse. He then stumbles towards the door, holding the hospital gown straps at his hips he exits his room. Looking left and right to see if he could tell which way Chris had walked, he spots a sliver of his shoulder in front of a vending machine to his left.

Leon takes a few steps before crashing into the wall on his left side, taking a moment to recuperate before pressing on. "Chris.." He calls in a shouted whisper, not wanting to disturb anyone who may be in the other rooms. Chris' head pops around the corner hearing his name, walking quickly to the stumbling Leon. Placing his hands on each of Leon's biceps to stabilize him. 

"Hey, take it easy ther-" Chris' word was cut off as Leon's lips pressed to his. Eyes wide he looked down to Leon who had his eyes closed tight. Losing balance from leaning up to kiss the taller man he falls into Chris, having to pull back from the kiss as he sandwiched his injured arm between them. He hissed in pain as Chris helped him stand up straight.
"As I said.. Take it easy." Chris says lowering his neck to be able to look into Leon's eyes. 

"Okay.." Leon responds with a nod, leaning into Chris as he helped him back to his room.

"Here, let me get that for you." Chris offers once back inside Leon's room. Pointing to the robe strings Leon was holding at his hip.
Letting go of the thin strings, Leon allows Chris to tie it up at his left side. As Chris concentrates on making a bow, Leon couldn't help but stare at his face.

"You know staring is considered rude, right?" Chris said with a smile on his face.

Leon only shrugs, now face to face with Chris as he had finished tying the bow. "So what? I want to be rude right now."
Chris just gives him a wider smile then looks past Leon to the bed.

"You should probably get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake up." He nods, motioning to the bed behind Leon with his nose.
With a nod Leon just turns around and wobbles to the hospital bed, plonking down on it and getting comfortable once again. Chris makes his way over to the single sofa and leans back into it, his elbows resting on the arms and fingers enlaced over his stomach as he watch Leon.
"Go to sleep, Kennedy." He repeated for Leon to rest.
Not arguing Leon would lay there, keeping his eyes on Chris before not being able to hold them open any longer. Burying his head into the white pillow, Leon closed his eyes and very soon fell asleep. Chris followed suite very shortly after. He was glad there was that moment between them, it had been unspoken for a very long time. However now that it was out in the open about how the both of them felt, Things were probably going to change, for the better.