The Sound of Silence, A Resident Evil Fanfiction

Morning Sickness...

It started out as an abnormal bout of nausea.

Leon remembered waking up one morning, he didn't remember which day, finding the sudden urge to hurl up last night's contents  into the pearly white bowl, clutching the rim as if to hold onto his sanity that was swimming in circles. He coughed and spat a glob of mucus as he sat to collect his breath.

He didn't remember feeling this sick before. Never in his 36 years...

He sat down on the floor of his bathroom, head in his hands. He groaned quietly; just what got into him? He peered at the clock on his phone.

Only 6:49 a.m... Really?

He groaned quietly and set his phone down. He let out a breath, head between his palms. He felt ill, very ill. Feverish, of course, but clammy, more than anything. Maybe he had a stomach bug...

No...

No that was not it.

His body was telling him something else; the signs were all clear. He should have known the nausea had set in right after he and Helena returned to the States. It took a week, but it started pretty early. And lately, his stomach felt...off. As if the Plagas itself, his womb, was stretching in discomfort.

As if it were making room.

Damn it all. He sighed and dropped his head. He hissed, "Shit..."

He felt his stomach, as if hoping the parasite inside of his body would tell him what was going on. But he could feel the instinct already setting in, the truth of what was happening.

"...I'm pregnant..."

Speaking those two words crashed into his rational thought like a freight train. On fire, off the railroad tracks.

He stared at the floor, as if expecting a reaction. A phone call, something. He spoke again, more quietly and to himself, "...I'm pregnant..."

The long staring at the cold floor gave no answer to him. No objection, not even as his rational mind screamed to find a hospital, end it, destroy the Plagas inside of him. But he couldn't. It adapted to him, made itself a part of him.

But...could he? Could he go to a hospital and explain that he was pregnant? They would send him to a ward sooner than take him in. There was no way. They wouldn't believe him even with his telling the truth.

He blinked, realizing that something wet was rolling down his cheeks. He wiped a hang along and looked down.

He was crying.

Terrified? Absolutely. Angry? No questions asked there either. But...there was something else, something he didn't understand.

Joy. It was...alien to him. He was happy? Or was that the Plagas talking? He shook his head, but his mind continued on.

He could see her vividly in his thoughts, a beautiful little baby with the sweetest round cheeks, dark hair like chocolate curls, and the brightest of blue eyes. He could see himself holding her in his arms, safe and sound, in a world where the undead no longer reigned. He could see her learning how to walk with his ever-careful steps, laughing, sleeping away at a bedtime story.

He shook his head; that was impossible! He couldn't carry a baby to term now could he? It wasn't possible!

He shook his thoughts away. But his instincts persisted.

In that moment, Leon just sat in the floor of his bathroom, sobbing. Never had he felt so torn in his life, tormented by a truth he would carry with him for as long as he carried her. When he could recollect himself, he got up, and dressed for work.