Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

15 ☆ Gosh Diggity Darn It

"Holy shit!" I yell, my voice cracking as I run full speed ahead through the rancid sewage water at top speed. And a ginormous, crocodile-mutation thing is chasing me, trying to gain itself a free lunch. I run in subtle zigzags to ensure I don't get snatched and eaten. Or, at least, the chances decrease.

I yelp as I go sliding down a huge watersl-... sewage slide, landing in the rivers of piss and shit below. I groan, cringing at the feel and smell of my clothes. Gross, dude.

I hop my way out of the sewage, landing me and Ada into a room at last. I question how she didn't have to partake in the fun game of running away from the alligator, but I suppose if it was chasing after me then she would have no difficulty in holding onto a scale or chasing behind it.

"I'm really starting to worry about Y/N." I mumble to Ada, chewing on my lip anxiously.

Before she even gets a moment to react, the woman she's been looking for is staring directly at us, her gun pointed at Ada.

"Hey! Put the gun down!" I yell. Annette Birkin, I believe her name is, doesn't listen. At realisation to this, I rush forward infront of Ada and groan as I feel the sharp pain travel through my shoulder. "Shit!..." I yell. She shot me! I knew she would, but... but... but fuck!

I groan in pain, crashing against the wall as my legs turn to jelly. I slide onto my thighs, my shoulder in agonising, pulsating pain.

"Leon!" Ada looks between me and Annette, conflicted. As Annette seizes her escape, I respond.

"Go after her!" I strain, leaning forward which sends my shoulder into another throbbing fit. I suddenly gasp and grabb my shoulder.

"Go!" I repeat, more demanding this time. With hesitation, she chases back on Annette's tail. I listen to the clicking of her heels; a vast change from the punk's boots I've been hearing for the past few hours.

Speaking of, I wonder if she's okay. I miss her stupid remarks, to be honest. I would've bashed her for it, granted, but I don't even care. I don't even know if she's alive right now!

I let out a soft groan, sitting up and peeling off my shirt. Cross-legged, I rummage through whatever I have on me until I pull out a medical kit.

Unclipping the box, I unravel the bandaid a little and start to wrap up my wound. The bullet didn't get lodged in my shoulder, thank fuck. It went straight through, cleanly.

I lean my head back, my heart racing and my skin forming beads of sweat. It hurts a lot. And there was no antiseptic in the box, so if it's not cleaned... there's nothing I can do about that right now but hope.

It doesn't take very long until my head begins to feel light and my stomach feels queasy. I let out a small whimper, closing my eyes and pulling my legs up to my chest to lean my forehead against my knees.

After a little while of me being soundly asleep, I hear footsteps; a soft thumping approaching me. I slowly raise my head, suddenly eye to eye with a pair of familiar, big bright eyes. I smile sleepily, tilting my head as my chin rests on my knee.

"Y/N... you're alive." I smile softly, chewing my bottom lip.

She's squatting infront of me, positioned like she's taking a fat dump on the floor as we speak. "Yeah, I am. You're hurt, Leon." She points out, her soft fingers sliding against my bandaged arm. I let out a small wince, trying not to react too much as I appreciate her touch after being starved of it for... forty minutes.

"I missed you, y'know. You can't just leave me like that, I thought you were dead or something." I huff, just enjoying her presence as she chuckles and runs her hand through her slightly messy hair.

"I'm sorry! I was just on a little walk..." She places her palm on my cheek, my face heating up immediately.

"Uh, it's okay..." I mumble, melting under her touch.

She leans forward, pressing her forehead into my extremely sweaty one. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

My heart-rate increases rapidly. I feel like I'm about to combust into flames with the friction my heart is creating purely from the adrenaline rush. I subtly lick my lips, my hands shaking. I stammer, my hands hovering over her in confusion.

"Um... w-what are you-"

Her lips smash into mine, my fingers automatically wrapping around her waist. A let out a small shocked noise, trying to pull her closer desperately before she pulls away just as quickly as she leaned in.

"Go find Ada." She commands, standing up.

"Huh? Oh, right..." I mumble, gulping in result of the tension.

"Oh, and wake up." She chuckles.

Huh?

"Wake up? What?" I furrow my eyebrows, extremely confused.

The next thing I know, I'm sprawled out on the floor with drool trickling down my cheek. I rub my eyes with a little groan, then wipe the moisture from my face.

Oh God. Oh my god.

I sit up quickly, covering my face with my hands. My cheeks begin to overheat, fueled by embarrassment.

I just had a dream. About Y/N. Kissing me. And I felt her -- I touched her for about three seconds -- and it turned me on. I'm such a perv, oh no!

Yeah, that's getting buried in my deep dark secrets.

When I finally decide to stop dwelling over my patheticness, I pause and try to regain my memory of what had happened before this.

Ada!

I hop onto my feet, spotting an elevator and stepping onto it. Ah, jesus. I really hope she's not dead.