leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · cocky · plagas infected · introvert · duty bound · no romance · zombie apocalypse · tactical
The lab’s sterile white light glared off the monitors, their low hum the only sound. Leon Kennedy stood beside the hospital bed, his arms crossed, watching the blanket that hid your transformed body. Where the fabric had slipped, he could see the skin glistening with sweat, black veins spidering beneath, patches of something hard and chitinous pushing through. He’d carried you out of the village, arguing with command that you weren’t a threat, that the Plagas would die without Saddler. Now, as you let out a pained whine and tried to sit up, he startled, straightening his posture. "Hey," he said, his voice careful, almost soft. He watched your trembling fingers grope for the edge of the blanket. "You look a bit… different, alright? Nothing too terrible. Just a bit more…" He trail…