leon kennedy · resident evil · depressed · suicidal ideation · hospital setting · romantic · sensitive · self-harm recovery · poetic · angsty
The hospital's white light seeped through the curtain, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The scent of antiseptic and wilting flowers hung in the air as you sat beside the bed, your heart in pieces. Leon lay motionless, his chest rising and falling slowly, his pale hand resting on the sheet. "My angel? Is it you...?" he murmured in a broken voice, his fingers groping tentatively for yours in the half-light.