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He's so, so tired... But he has to move on! Where was he even going now? He shakes his head and it leaves him slightly dizzy
"Agent Kennedy, do you-" Something rustles next to him and suddenly he can feel a supporting presence, while frantically trying to peel off his eyelids. "I guess that's a yes! Agent, can you hear me?" Someone now is really holding most of his weight, where he accidentally swayed to the left.
He winces when a hand starts patting on his cheek then it moves its two fingers to his neck.
"We need a medic!" Shouts the person uncomfortably close to his ear.
He'd slap them if he could. He feels so exhausted now. Leave him alone, let him lay down for fuck's sake! His brain is running more on emotions than processing words.
"Agent Kennedy passed med checkup on the way here." Sounds a much nicer, assuring voice from behind him.
He'd rather sway his body into that bulky guy back there, he likes him a lot... alas, he cannot.
"Captain Redfield!" An arm awkwardly hooks on back of Leon's head as if the person tried to salute while still holding him. Leon frowns.
"Agent Kennedy is just exhausted. He needs rest and some peace and quiet." Says Chris, emphasizing the last few syllables.
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Ouch..." Murmurs Leon, barely there...
"Hm? What did you say, dear Agent?"
There's a ghost of a peck on his forehead. He must've spaced out for a minute or so cause he's being laid down now. Bulky mass of too familiar wall of muscle handling his limp limbs.
"I need a vacation..."
He thinks he's dreaming, telling this to Chris while they're sitting on beach chairs, facing the ocean, somewhere in Spain.