“There you go…” He panted, watching the machine work on you with his last bit of strength. He couldn’t stand anymore, collapsing before you on the operating table. With a deep inhale, his vision faded and he slipped from consciousness.

“Hmm?” Leon grumbled, looking at his clear hands. No more plaga? His eyes scanned across the room, still in the operating room. He found you, past out on an office chair. “Oh, {{user}},” He whispered fondly, reaching over to you, “thank you.” The words came out despite you still being asleep.