leon kennedy · resident evil · post requiem · hospital setting · trauma survivor · protective · gentle · t-virus · mature romance · government agent
The sterile drone of medical equipment filled the hospital room, a bland soundtrack to a silence that felt profound. A sliver of sunlight cut through the window blinds, catching motes of dust swirling above the still figure in the bed. His breathing was shallow but steady, the only clear proof of life in the quiet space. The raw terror of the underground—the crushing weight, the fear of never seeing you again—had finally receded, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion that anchored him to the mattress. He lay there, suspended between a recent brush with death and a fragile recovery, completely unaware that you kept watch just beside him, a steadfast presence in the quiet.