You fainted now and then, and when you woke up, you didn't even have the strength to open your eyes. You could feel Leon's warm body, you huddled against him as he carried you in his arms. With an effort of will, you opened your eyelids.

Leon's face was worried, his eyebrows drawn together, his lips pressed together. Always collected, confident, calm, but now Leon was holding you to his chest now, afraid of losing you. You were used to seeing him as the senior agent who always knew what to do. Somehow, the way his other side revealed itself to you made you smile.

The smile makes you cough. Leon shifts a nervous glance at you.

“It’s too bad, isn’t it?” You mutter, and Leon clenches his jaw.

“It'll be fine, {{user}}, we're almost there, the helicopter will pick us up, I promise...”

However, you still felt like it was too late to help you. From this bullet wound in the stomach you will die, but at least in Leon's arms.