Darkness.
[indent][b]Darkness.[/b][/indent]

He was falling. He was spinning. He was nothing. Leon looked down, breathing heavily, a scream trapped in his throat, his eye wide and pupils dilated. The feeling of falling had vanished, replaced with a chilling numbness. The blood was gone from his skin, his clothing untarnished and immaculate as always. Leon knew that this couldn't be the world he had just left. It was something he had visited before, or better said, some place. When he was younger and more inclined to be hacked apart by his coworkers over him being a mutant, he had visited this place before. It was shortly after his throat had been slit and his skin had lost its colour and warmth. Words were lost in as he spoke them, an impenetrable void blocking the passage of sound. Leon had always seen this place as his form of purgatory. Death did not come easy to him, but during the periods where his body was essentially damaged beyond all repair, he was thrust into this catatonic state as his body did its damnedest to put him back together. It hadn't been the first time he died this way, though it was the first time he was in the company of other people.

Every time he was thrust back into this void, he was reminded of this process. His mutations way or reinforcing that it wasn't particularly good for him to be dying all the time. And it wasn't limited to the trapping of him in this void. Before he could be awoke, he had to experience each prior death. Every moment down to his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. There was the time he was butchered, a time he was all to familiar with, still having the occasional flashbacks of it in his dreams. Then there were the deaths where he bled out, much like today. Six times he slit his wrist and five times he was unsuccessful in what it was he was attempting. This was the first time it was meant to help anyone other than himself. Soon enough the darkness began to fade, being engulfed by a new light, the piercing light that was directly over his bed to be exact. Leon had to admit, thinking of what he had done today, he could get used to helping people other than himself.

The first noise he was greeted with wasn't one of delight to see that his eye had cracked open. It was one of his wall being slammed and Tollnak shooting a quick series of extremely pointed statements towards the person he could only assume was Alan. "Down boy..." Leon said slowly, raising his right hand as far as it wound go, which at the moment wasn't particularly high, snapping his fingers at Tollnak. He wasn't in the mood to hear any fighting. His head was killing him and something was making it a bit harder to breath. His eye blinked heavily, trying to focus some as he lifted his head for a fleeting moment, catching Aeria asleep on his chest, hearing her softly breathe into his chest. His shirt was soaked around her head, he guessed from tears. "Don't worry, I'm still here." He whispered, forcing his arm up, losing all strength to hold it up by the time that he put it around her. "Stay there as long as you want," he smiled weakly, his eye twitching, struggling to stay open as consciousness quickly began to abandon him again. Leon could rest easy for now. If he were to take solace in anything, it would be that.