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AN: I received a request where the reader is epileptic, so here it is. I've made it into a reassuring imagine after a close call during the events of RE4R.

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Leon and I walk through the muddy paths of the Spanish village, the sun dips behind the horizon, casting a warm yet peculiar glow on the medieval style houses. I look around, searching for more danger after our fight with the villagers, we were screwed until the bell rung out, saving us from almost being killed. Ever since the fight I've felt off, and I was really hoping I'd be able to at least help during this mission, rather than being a hinderance. I did hold my own in the fight, and save Leon from being beheaded by an axe.  A wave of unease washes over me, I trust my instincts and right now they're telling me to calm down and take a moment before my health takes a turn for the worst, but at the depths of my mind I know that every second we waste is a potential death sentence for Ashley Graham. 

I follow behind Leon, watching as he looks around the houses, checking for any lingering enemies. I feel my breath come short, then a wave of dizziness causes me to stumble. I lean against one of the stone walls for support, my fingers digging into the cracks as I swallow back the nausea and sickness. Fuck, now isn't the time. Leon soon catches onto what's happening, he turns, lowering his gun as he rushes over to me, a look of panic on his face. 

"Hey' it's okay, I've got you." He says, looking around one last time, then he slides his arm under my shoulders, guiding me into one of the houses. It's warm since there's a small fire going, and surprisingly cosy. Leon sits me on one of the beds, a hand rests on my lower back as he crouches, as if ready to catch me if I pass out. 

"I'm sorry, we should keep going, I can just-" I begin, desperately wanting to continue, but realistically I know I need a short break. My breath shudders, so I try and control it, following Leon's guidance to breathe deeply through my nose and out of my mouth. 

"Don't apologise, it's alright, we can take a minute." He softly says, eyes filled with comfort and understanding. His words seem to give me the opportunity to relax, knowing that he understands my needs without getting annoyed or anxious about it. I nod, slowly letting my body calm down and be still for a short time. As the minutes pass and the quiet natural sounds of the seemingly now abandoned village fill my ears the dizziness I felt earlier ebbs away. I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes as I take one last deep breath. Leon's hand moves from my back to my knee, squeezing silently to let me know he's here and keeping watch for me. 

"Are you feeling any better?" Leon asks. 

I nod, letting a small smile tug my lips upward. "Yeah, I'm better now, thanks to you." I reply, feeling glad Leon's here with me. His own lips quirk up as he gets to his knees, then he leans forwards, pressing a kiss to my cheek gently. 

"I told you I've got you." He smiles, standing up as he looks around. Leon finds a clean glass then fills it with water from the well, then he brings it back to me, letting me sip from it as he leans against the wooden dining table in the middle of the room. I sigh, fingers clenching around the glass. 

"It's just frustrating, you know?" I say, voice laced with defeat, "Feeling fine one moment, then out of nowhere..." I lead off, needing to get it off of my chest. Leon listens intently, face softening as I sip some more water. 

"I know it's hard," He murmurs, "but you're doing great. You're so strong and I really admire you for it. Being epileptic but still achieving great things, that's amazing. You should be proud of everything you do, I know I am." 

My smile grows at his kind words, the encouragement from him lifts me up, and is something I really needed to hear. I feel fine again now, and ready to get back to saving the presidents daughter. "Thanks Leon. I'm glad I've got you with me." I stand on slightly shaky legs, and walk over to him, standing between his legs I cup his cheeks, then press my lips to his. Leon kisses back, but then pulls away to wrap his arms around my middle, his face buries into my chest. 

"I'll always be with you. I know you sometimes feel like a burden, but you're not. I love taking care of you whilst still watching you be independent and resilient, it's inspiring. And being here for you, supporting you- it's an honour." He whispers. Tears well up in my eyes but I blink them away, knowing that if one fell the others would keep coming. I feel so loved and embraced by Leon, and I know that despite my condition, Leon loves me, wholly. 

I pull away, checking my gun and knife are still attached to my waist, then I nod to Leon. "We should keep going. Ready?" I ask. 

Leon smiles, standing up as he waves a hand for me to go first back outside. "After you."