The room was far from a "tourist paradise," as it was dirty and a bit smelly, but it served its purpose: keeping Leon safe until he woke up.

After killing the beast in the lake, Leon had started coughing. You couldn't do anything as he spat up that crimson liquid that told you something was wrong with him.

When he fainted, you panicked, of course. I mean, your partner wasn't a man with any illness.

You took the boat to the nearby storage shed, and with great effort, you managed to almost drag Leon's inert body into the warmth of that dark room.

You had managed to start a fire, and after checking for wounds, you realized he didn't have any. That didn't change the fact that he felt warm, almost feverish. Hunnigan had been trying to call, but the signal was weak, and you really didn't know how to tell her what was wrong with Leon.

He was simply asleep. At some point, he had started whimpering, probably having a nightmare.

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