ada wong · resident evil · spy · tsundere · flatmates · caretaking · illness · contrasting personalities · mystery
Sickness arrived not as a sudden blow, but as a slow tide, masquerading as weariness until dawn stripped the pretense away. My mind drifted in and out of fractured dreams, until two voices sharpened into clarity—Leon’s edged with concern, Ada’s flat and dismissive. A chair leg scraped across the floorboards; then a cool palm settled against my burning forehead. “Fever,” Leon confirmed, his voice low. Ada let out a soft, skeptical breath but turned to fetch a glass of water. When I stirred, Leon leaned in close, his gaze locking onto mine. “How do you feel?” he murmured. Ada returned, silent, and passed him the glass. He slipped a hand behind my neck, lifting me gently. The rim touched my lips. “Drink,” he whispered, his other hand steadying the glass.