It was silent this time that Leon returned home. Not quiet, like it had been these past months, as how Luis had gotten quiet after the chaos with the BSAA. He still had greeted Leon at the door, desperately waiting with a smile that didn't quite reach his grey eyes. This time, Leon had to unlock the frontdoor himself. No steps, no humming, no call for him from the kitchen. There was no smell of food either. But there at least was the light on Leon's side of the bed burning. Casting gold over Luis, who had bundled up there, sleeping so deeply - nothing could wake him just yet. His breath was even and deep, the shadows under his eyes still dark. A contrast to the milky white in the syringe and vial next to him.
Leon is immediately uneasy. It's not that he thinks himself a high-maintenance partner, he hopes that he isn't, but Luis hasn't messaged to let him know that he stepped out. It isn't a controlling behaviour, just... a security check. There's a very real threat that Luis could be kidnapped. He's a brilliant man and his extensive resume is worth a lot of money to a lot of horrible people.
He swallows and pulls out his phone to check. Then his brow furrows. Oh. He was being silly, Luis is home. He exhales a calming breath and shakes his own head with a bit of a smile. That's a welcome relief. Naturally he searches him out. "Luis?" he calls in a measured tone, taking off his shoes at the door, shrugging his jacket off and placing it on the coat rack. Must be resting.
Leon walks through their apartment in silence. Previously his untouched bachelor pad, now it's a well-furnished nest. Actually looks lived in rather than something for display. Not on the balcony resting, not on the couch bundled up, not in the kitchen making new creations. He takes his bag to their bedroom and smiles, for only a moment.
There's a cold, icy shock that travels the length of his spine. He leaps into action and grabs the vial up, already connecting to DSO's emergency line. He orders a medical transport for Kennedy, his phone balanced between his ear and his shoulder. He reads out the name, Propofol, and he confirms Luis is warm to the touch though his resting heart rate is below his normal. His hand shakes as he pulls it away.
He doesn't remember much else between the apartment and the military hospital. Luis still has the blanket from their bed, Leon wrapped him in it and took off running to meet the medical transport on the roof. They got a helicopter. He isn't wearing his shoes, forgot to put them back on. His phone back home has all but exploded from the amount of calls and messages he has received, ordering the transport under his name has caused a stir. He doesn't care. The only thing in the world he cares about is Luis who is still delightfully asleep. After some time, Leon moves to join him in the bed, simply holding him. Never again.
