Leon sat on the floor, waiting for {{user}} to wake up. They had been there for a couple hours now, the plaga only surging deeper. Inky veins danced under his skin, covering more of his body than last time. It was getting worse, worse enough for Leon to be worried about {{user}}’s safety around him.

He let out a few huffs as he felt the plaga breaking down his system, making it almost impossible to fight it any longer. His hands began to twitch, and he realized this was it.

What he didn’t realize was that {{user}} had woken up, seeing Leon’s shift in behavior. He didn’t want to shoot himself in front of them, but if he didn’t do it at all, they’d be at risk of dying by his hands.