No strings attached - Leon S. Kennedy

Chapter 18

Leon s. Kennedy POV

I made it in time, I got 15 minutes to get her out of here before they'll be alarmed, I think I know the way out. I drag her through the building, with one of her arms over my shoulder and Past all the guards, She's getting to her senses, finally. "we're outside" i tell her, I just got to get her away from the facility "No, you're ruining the plan, Leon" I hear from behind me, a too familiar voice. "Ada, you ruined it" i reply as I turn around, her gun pointed at me, just like always, It's always pointed at me, she's never pulled the trigger "What about her made you ruin our plan, MY plan" She's starting to sound out of her mind, who is she working for and what have they done to her? "Ada, she tried to help me, without her you wouldn't have that stick!" I needed that stick, to prove what happened tonight, prove that they are still doing dirty work down there! "Ada, give me that stick" "Do you really think I'd give you that stick? I need it for work" She's doing it again, betraying me, I've been fooled again "This is getting out of hand" Amber whispers "Don't even speak to him, you ruined it all" She points her gun at Amber "Ada you're going too far!" "You have no Idea what I'd do to keep that stick!" she yells, Amber tries to walk forward, towards her, I know too well this isn't something you do with someone that isn't thinking straight "Amber stop!" I yell and In that moment i hear the gunshot, she's gone.

"Ada!" I yell after her, not again! My thoughts are interrupted by cries on the floor, oh god, I turn my head towards her, she's on the floor, for just a second my body freezes, this is no time to stand still. "Amber!" I kneel on the floor next to her "Amber please hold still" We barely have any time left, they'll come for us anytime soon. My hands are shaky as I rip open her bloody shirt to reveal the mess Ada left, there's so much blood I can barely find where the bullet entered, I press my hands on her wound "Leon stop" she cries, I have to save her, I owe it to her.. "Don't talk" I feel the tears run down my cheeks, I didn't even get to tell her how I feel "Just leave me here, once they're here.." she starts but I interrupt her "What are you talking? I'm not gonna leave you here" I yell and apply more pressure with my hands, why is there so much blood? "My strings were always attached" she whispers and puts her hands on mine as they desperately try to save her, 'My strings were always attached'? Is that her way of telling me about her feelings for me? Her face has gone so pale, her hands are losing grip on me, fuck it! I pull her onto my lap and hold her as I call Hannigan "Send out men, I need them to save her!" I yell into the phone "Send a unit! Leon whats happened?" Hannigan calls out "She's been shot" I put the phone on the floor next to me, hannigan on speaker for information as I hold her, trying to keep her awake "Amber keep your eyes open" i command "My strings are attached aswell" i try to smile under my tears, for her to not see me so miserable as all I can hear is her sharp breath accompanied by the leafs on the tree, rustling to the winds. "are they?" she holds onto my shirt, these must be my last moments with her, right? I lean down to her and kiss her, with all my heart, could I have prevented this if I just realized my feelings earlier? She returns the kiss for just a moment before I lift my head again "They are attached" I reassure "It's all gone black" she mumbles before going unresponsive "Leon! Tell me what's happening" Hannigan says from the phone "She's not responding, Hannigan, where are they?!" I yell as I try to wake Amber up "There any minute, hold on Leon!" I hear footsteps behind me, we've lost. 

"Kennedy, let's go!" I hear a familiar voice yell as they cover me carrying Amber out of the crossfire, get your shit together and carry her to the stupid helicopter. Hughes came for us, the only reason we are still alive is because of Hannigan and the unit she sent for us. 
"Get her here" "Chris?" he nods at me, they brought someone to take care of her, thank you Hannigan. I lay her on the table, she shouldn't have to be here. Too many people are talking about her condition, the only things I can hear is that I wasn't fast enough "Just someone tell me what's going on" I yell, Chris turns around "Leon, calm down, we need to get her under control" my heart sinks into my stomach and I sit down on the side of the Helicopter as we fly off, taking the flask out of my jacket, I forgot I had that in here. I take a sip and rest my arms on my legs "Still in old habits, I see" Chris sits next to me "Can't handle this without" I respond to which he scoffs "Fell for the Umbrella worker, really?" I shake my head "She was trying to help me" It's all she ever tried to do, help me. How did I never get the hint? 

Just like that, the flask is empty, such a horrible habit of mine, why is it the only thing that can numb my pain? I'm in love with someone that's currently dying next to me "Come on, lets get her out" Chris commands as we land the helicopter, are we at a hospital? Somewhere, where we can save her? Chris takes the flask from my hands and puts it in his pocket "Don't just sit around" he's visibly annoyed by my habit, who wouldn't be? I am drowning in my self-pity.