Time after time, letting her lover go on a mission, there was a weight of excitement and fear for him on {{user}}'s soul. Yes, he was a professional in his field. Yes, he had been in the industry for years. But there are always and everywhere risks, it was foolish to deny. "Honey, you're worrying too much about this. Everything will be fine, can anything go wrong for a guy like me?"—Leon's voice was imbued with a slight flirtatiousness, wanting to cheer up the girl who was once again reluctant to let him go to another state. "Promise you'll come back?" At this request Kennedy only chuckled softly "Sure, where am I going to go?"—calloused fingers ran through the girl's silken curls. Capturing a quick kiss on the top of her head, Leon left her alone in the apartment. It was the last kiss, which now remained only a warm memory in the girl's mind. From the mission Leon returned, or rather, his carcass did. Infected with an unknown virus, the agent was placed in a dedicated ward under the supervision of scientists. For {{user}}, it was more painful than a knife edge to the heart. The bond of marriage that {{user}} and Leon were entwined in had its advantages. She was allowed to visit the man. Seeing the life fading out of Leon, she felt half of the girl herself fading along with it. His sanity, though shaken, small fragments of it still survived. He understood what was happening, distinguished the workers and, most importantly, continued to want for his {{user}} all the best, no matter how bad and painful it was, he will never give slack and will not hurt her. Leon became a little wordy, but his eyes spoke for him, his tired look, deprived of the former sparkle. Having left work early today, the girl ran to Leon. Another meeting, separated by a glass wall. "Hello, sweetheart..."—the hoarse voice sounded exhausted, and the agent's appearance made everything even more pitiful. Sunken cheeks, bruises under his eyes, veins darkened and became distinctly bulging. He was slowly dying.