𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Falling In Love Twice| Request

AN: In this request, Leon loses his memories of who he is and his relationship with Y/N. Prepare for angst but with a HEA! 

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The strong, overwhelming scent of the hospital fills my lungs as I race through the hospital corridors, my heart beating like a war drum as I search for the room number I was given a couple of hours ago, I wish I'd been able to come sooner, but the traffic in the city was a nightmare, and everything seemed to go wrong, only keeping me away from Leon for even longer. The rhythmic beeping of machines and monitors echoes as I finally approach the correct room, as soon as my eyes land on Leon laying there in bed, looking bruised and battered, and almost dead if it weren't for his rising and falling chest, I almost sink to my knee. I stare at my boyfriend, shock washing over me like a bucket of ice water. How did this happen? What went wrong on his mission? They're questions for later, right now I dart to his side, my hands hover over his handsome face. The usual furrow in his brows is gone, along with the straight lipped expression which is near constant- I'd come to appreciate his smiles and softer looks more due to it. 

I stand by his bedside, body beginning to tremble until I have to perch on the edge of the bed, gently taking his hand in mine before leaning down to press a kiss to the back of it. Leon stirs, eyebrows twitching as his lips form soundless sentences, then his eyes open. I smile reassuringly, relief flowing through me at the sight of my boyfriend alive and conscious, however something's changed in those ocean orbs. The usual warmth and recognition reserved for me is nowhere to be seen, Leon shifts back, pulling his hand back quicker than expected as he lets out some growl like noise, it's similar to a threatened stray. "Don't touch me." He mumbles, looking around the room in confusion. My heart sinks at the coldness, but then again he's probably on edge after failing the mission and getting injured in the process. I hold my hands up in a surrender, tilting my head at him. 

"Leon, you're at the hospital. In Spain....something went wrong, they had to get you out of there before-" 

"How do you know my name? I've never been to Spain?" Leon snaps, eyes showing a sign of fear as his hands begin to shake. He clenches them into fists, so I lean forwards and reach out, but Leon swats me away, glaring at me as if I repel him. I stare, hand still hovering as he looks me up and down, blinking at me as if I'm a mere stranger who's annoying him by existing. My stomach twists as I let my hands fall onto the bed, I quickly recount what the doctors told me, and then the truth hits me. 

Leon's lost his memories. Of himself. Of me. Of us. 

I swallow back tears, fighting my own sorrow as Leon shifts and begins to stand up, pulling off the wires connected to the machines. I leap to stop him, but he once more stumbles back, shooing me away as he looks over my shoulder at the approaching doctors. "Leon, please don't, just listen to me-" I plead, standing in his way as he winces from his wounds but refuses help. He gives me a look that chills me to my bones, it's as if we've never met. There's no trace of the man who used to hold me at every chance he would, whispering that he'd keep me safe and one day make me his wife, no signs of the man who used to make me laugh with terrible jokes he'd read from newspapers, no sight of the boyfriend who used to drink hot chocolate with me and watch bad action movies all night. It was as if we never existed at all. 

"I don't need to listen to you," Leon snaps, "I don't even know who you are." His words are like a punch to the gut, knocking my breath out of me as I stagger back and let the doctors push past me, a single nurse tries to tug me out of the room as Leon argues and begins to panic. The sight breaks what little of my heart remains. 

"I love you." I shout out, needing to release the mantra whizzing in my head. Even if he doesn't love me back, I still need him to know that he was at least once loved by someone who genuinely cared about him. If there's no more us, I need to have some kind of closure. Leon tenses up as the doctors try to guide him back to the bed, something flickers in his eyes- it's only for a second- but then he huffs and yanks his arm away from a doctor, opting to cooperate with them rather than fight. I'm led away by the nurse, who's murmuring comforting words that I don't listen to. I feel like a zombie, aimlessly wandering after something I can never have again. When we reach some kind of family room, I finally collapse onto one of the chairs, releasing sobs as my soul shatters. Leon's harsh but truthful words echo in my ears over the next few hours, I refuse to leave until I know he's going to be okay, I get updates about his amnesia and health, glad that he's fairly healthy apart from the memory loss. I slowly begin to process it all, wondering what I'm going to do when I go home and see all of the life we've built together.