[i]Thunk, thunk, thunk[/i]. "Eon- ish tohlnik" the voice registered through Leon's ears with a groggy, dull sound. He was barely conscious, the bloodloss and trauma leaving his body in a rather shit state when a cacophony of sounds was roaring just behind him in his doorway. The words were still coming from just beyond his door, getting louder and louder with the constant slamming against his door like a bass drum. Leon tried to lift himself, dropping flat out after rising a few inches, a sharp pain shooting through his head and the metallic eyepatch smacked the tiled floor, digging deeper into his skin. [i]That's right,[/i] Leon remembered, leaning on one arm as he started to rise once again, feeling the right side of his face with his other hand, [i]Yeah, that's right.[/i]

"What is it..." Leon grumbled, finally getting his footing with the assistance of the wall, his head resting against the cold grey painted wall, too heavy for his neck it felt like. "I'm coming," He said, not sure if he actually said the words or just thought them, as he stepped closer to the door which seemed miles away. He reached out desperately, slapping the release for the door with his hand, slamming the button an indenting the printed word [b]release[/b] into the back of his hand. He hadn't realised how close the button actually was. He hadn't realised how fucked his depth perception was either. When those doors opened though, his lost sight didn't matter. The scene before him was clearer than day. If he had both eyes, they'd be wide open in shock, in terror. "Bring her in, for fuck's sake!" Leon barked, grabbing Tollnak by the collar and giving him a harsh yank in as he slammed the release again, the door hissing shut behind him. "Put her on the bed." Leon said sharply, turning slowly to take the scene in as he attempted to will his legs to walk.

Each step took an eternity. An eternity that Aeria did not have to lose. Leon dropped onto his bed heavily, the taste of copper still lingering in his mouth, beckoning him to lose focus. Leon's mutation combed through her, figuring out how extensive her injuries were, most of them being easily treatable. The only catch being that she was dangerously low on blood to the point that she needed an immediate transfusion. Leon's mutation jumped to Toll, reminding him of Tollnak's blood type which wouldn't be suitable for transplant. Leon was fittingly an O-, his mutation probably having a not so subtle hand in that. "One moment," Leon said, lifting himself up from the bed, walking towards his bathroom. There was a mirror, staring back at him, reflecting his new image back to him, mocking him. He wouldn't miss it. Leon took a sharp step, winding his right arm before throwing it into the mirror, cracking it and causing shards to drop down into the sink below, his fingers bent horribly, broken and twisted. Those were easy fixes, his bones quickly setting and repairing themselves in the short time it took him to reach down into the sink and grab a shard of the mirror.

Leon returned to the bed, sitting down, his face a blank slate and placed the shard to his wrist, splitting it open vertically. [i]Remember kids, always go down the river, never across[/i] Leon thought grimly, wincing as the flesh tore open and blood began to spill from his wrist like a cracked faucet. He laid his wrist down onto Aeria's largest gash, his mutation guiding the blood into hers as wounds began to shut themselves slowly across her body. His skin was now a sickly white, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin, his hair matted with blood, damp from perspiration, his eye bloodshot. His breaths were shallow and careful, heavier breaths causing him to spill some of the precious nectar of life all of them had lost a good deal of today. "Toll," Leon said softly, his eye unfocused and glossed over, "Watch over her and make sure she's okay. If you waste a single second checking on me, I'll take back your sight. Even if I have to rip your eyes from their sockets." Leon looked down at his wrist, the coursing of blood slowing greatly as the wound began to heal itself much against his will. He could feel his consciousness slipping, the amount of blood he gave up well beyond what his body could afford to lose. The only reason he had still been conscious was his mutation he had guessed.

In his last moment of consciousness he saw his two closest friends, both battered and bruised. He saw his own body, bloodied and ravaged, falling from the bed. The little light he could still see was doused as he felt the cold linoleum floor meet his head in an unwelcome embrace. Leon wasn't particularly upset by this though. In his eye, he had deserved some rest for a long, long time.