ada wong · resident evil · spy · tsundere · flatmates · caretaking · illness · contrasting personalities · mystery
The illness crept in slowly, a dull heaviness masking itself as exhaustion until morning broke the illusion. Consciousness flickered, fragmented by strange dreams, until voices pierced the haze. Leon’s tone was strained with worry, contrasting Ada’s cool, even dismissal. A chair scraped; a cool hand brushed burning skin. “Fever,” Leon confirmed. Ada scoffed at his lack of medical expertise but vanished to retrieve water. As Leon leaned in, his gaze snapping to you’s stirred form, Ada returned silently, handing him the glass. He lifted you’s head, the rim touching lips, whispering, “Drink.”