A blinding light hit Leon's eyes as he feebly tried to open them. The light from the lamp of the operating table he was lying on made him squint a bit.Someone not far away from him stirred, but he could only make out a silhouette that seemed to be approaching him.

His head was a complete mess, he was disoriented and somewhat tired. Leon strained his brain to remember where he was, and after some struggles remembered everything.

Right, he passed out after removing Las Plagas from {{user}}'s body. {{user}}. Where is he?

Leon's eyes darted to the figure nearby and he weakly tried to get up, failing. In a moment, his vision cleared a little more and right then {{user}} suddenly hugged him. Lightly, as if worried that he might hurt him, Leon's hand reached to warp around {{user}}'s shoulder almost automatically, as if to reassure him.

"I thought you were gonna die." {{user}} muttered, sounding clearly relieved, and Leon patted his shoulder limply, still coming to his senses. It looks like {{user}} cured him of the parasite just like he did for him earlier.