𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕪| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ/ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

Punch It Out| Imagine

Leon POV:
Screaming. All around me people are screaming for their lives, for their loved ones whilst those flesh eating monsters rip people apart, blood coats the roads, the sidewalk, my clothes. I look down and see blood on my hands, bodies are everywhere, people who were alive seconds ago now lay dead, I couldn't save them.
A zombie runs towards me and I embrace it...

I shoot up in bed, shaking violently as I thrash, my breath comes quick as I wipe my hair away from my sweaty head, I look to my side to see Y/N asleep, her small snores fill the silence. After a nightmare like that there's no way I'm going back to sleep, so I quietly slip out of bed and head to the home gym downstairs. The flourscent lights burn my eyes for a second but then I adjust, and head straight for the punchbag without wrapping my hands.

Your POV:
I wake up and turn around to cuddle Leon, but he's not there, it's cold and empty, the covers rumpled as if he's left in a hurry. I sit up and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, I debate staying in bed but I'm too anxious to sleep.

I get up and walk around the house to find Leon, but he's not anywhere. I look at the stairs leading to the gym, and sigh before making my way down to the cold space.

As soon as I enter, I hear Leon's grunts combined with the sound of flesh hitting the punchbag. I frown as I watch, noticing his hands aren't wrapped, bloody prints are left on the bag, Leon hasn't noticed me yet as he continues to breathlessly punch hard at the bag, occasionally kicking it as he releases his tension.

He hits it with one last punch before I clear my throat and make myself known. Leon freezes and turns to me, a look of anguish on his face. I nod just as he opens his mouth, I already understand.

Leon closes his mouth and walks towards me, sweat drips off of his head, down his neck and coats his tee. My hands toy with the bottom of his top, "You should take this off you sweaty caveman." I tease, but Leon doesn't respond, he just stands there panting heavily staring at the floor.

That's when I know his nightmare was serious.

"Leon," I softly say, reaching up to wrap my arm around his neck, "tell me what happened."

He purses his lips, avoiding my eyes as his fists clench. I lick my lips, controlling the panic. "Alright, it's okay," I coo, "we don't have to talk about it. Let's bandage these hands though, okay?"

Leon nods once so I gently grab his wrist and lead him up the stairs to the kitchen, he leans against the counter as I rummage for a first aid kit, grabbing some bandages I then begin to carefully wrap the bruised and bloody knuckles, it'll do for now since it's around 3 in the morning and my brain is only just working with me.

"I'm sorry," Leon finally mutters, his sad blue eyes find mine, "I'm sorry I'm like this." His voice cracks.

I shake my head, "Don't apologise, never. After what you've been through, I'd be worried if you didn't have nightmares."

Leon stays silent but there's a shift in the atmosphere, my words are getting through to him and I think his fear and anger is subsiding, for now.

"Can you come back to bed? If not we can watch some TV." I suggest softly, kissing his freshly bandaged knuckles.

"Let's go back to bed." He whispers, pulling me close as he quickly presses a kiss to my lips. I nod and follow his lead to bed, he slips in and opens his arms for me, I lie on his chest as he sighs.

"Do you think they'll ever go away?" He murmurs into the darkness, "The nightmares?"

I turn my face up to look at him, his arm rests around my middle. "No," I reply, "but I think they'll get easier to deal with."

Leon seems at peace with the answer, his other hand cups my cheek and gently brushes my cheekbone as we close our eyes and hold each other together.