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LEON COULD HEAR VINCENT SHUFFLING TOWARDS HIM AFTER HE CALLED THE OTHER MAN'S NAME. HE STOOD NEAR THE EDGE OF THE BED AND LEANED OVER. "Alright, let's ease your pain, shall we?" VINCENT SUGGESTED. HIS HANDS WERE PLACED GINGERLY ON LEON'S BODY, BUT HE STILL WINCED IN PAIN ANYWAY. "AAAAAAAAAAUGH," HE GROANED SOME MORE. THERE WAS A FLOOD OF COOLING RELIEF THAT SPREAD THROUGH HIS BODY FROM VINCENT'S POWERS, BUT IT WASN'T HELPING ME. "HONESTLY VINCENT, JUST KILL ME." HE PLEADED. "THIS ISN'T GETTING ANY BETTER AND IT'S TAKING AWAY FROM YOUR ABILITY TO HELP EVERYONE ELSE. YOU SHOULDN'T BE COOPED UP IN THIS ROOM WITH ME." LEON WASN'T A FAN OF BEING HELPLESS. HE WAS TOO BUSY PRIORITIZING OTHERS ABOVE HIMSELF ALL OF THE TIME. HAVING TO DEPEND ON SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM WAS OUT OF HIS NATURE. PLUS, HE REALLY JUST DIDN'T WANT TO LAY HERE IN AGONY FOR A MOMENT LONGER. THE MAGIC WASN'T HELPING. IT WASN'T GETTING RID OF THE TOXINS IN HIS BODY -- CHIMERA POISON. ALL THEY WERE DOING WAS SUPPRESSING THE EFFECTS. THE OUTSIDE OF HIS BODY WAS HEALED, BUT THE INSIDE WAS ONLY GROWING WORSE AS THE DAYS WENT ON. LEON WAS REALLY STARTING TO DOUBT THERE WAS MUCH VINCENT COULD HONESTLY DO FOR HIM ANYWAY. DEATH SEEMED THE LOGICAL CHOICE.
