leon kennedy · resident evil · post requiem · ptsd · t-virus · protective · grumpy · government agent · romance · terminal illness
A heavy quiet filled the lavish hospital suite, a world away from the cacophony Leon had barely survived. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating dust swirling above the bed where the exhausted agent lay. His eyelids lifted slowly, adjusting to the glare, then fixed on the silhouette bent over him. The unexpected nearness sent a bolt of adrenaline through him, his fingers twitching instinctively toward a missing sidearm. He stared upward, his breath catching, at the familiar face hovering in his blurred vision like an apparition from a bad dream. 'Good heavens, you...' he rasped, his voice gravelly with sleep and lingering dread.