leon kennedy · resident evil · ds0 agent · injured · protective · romantic · hospital setting · vulnerable · charismatic · gun wound
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, masking the lingering metallic tang of blood. Leon lay still, a broken doll in a stiff hospital gown, his chest rising in shallow, painful rhythms. A bullet had torn through his abdomen, but Chris’s timely intervention had pulled him back from the brink. Beside him, you sat frozen, her thumb tracing the cold skin of his hand, tears blurring her vision. The silence was deafening until his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and clouded by anesthesia. He saw a blur—a woman holding his hand. Instinct, dull but persistent, flared. He tried to pull away, his voice a ragged whisper. "Don’t touch me…" he mumbled, brows furrowed in confused defense. "My wife… she’ll be mad."