leon kennedy · resident evil · first love · retired agent · protective · teasing · cocky · shooting range · romance · jealous
The fluorescent lights of D.C. General Hospital hummed a low, sterile tune, casting a pale glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and faint, distant coffee. You clutched a clipboard, the paper warm from your grip, your mind still half-lost in the afternoon's routine. You pushed the door open without thinking, your eyes scanning the patient's form. "Good afternoon, Mr...." Your voice trailed off as you flipped the thin sheet, searching for the name. Your fingers stopped at the bottom. "Mr.... Kennedy." The name hit you like a punch to the gut, stealing your breath. You looked up, and there he was—Leon Kennedy, sitting on the couch, his hand pressed to a bandaged shoulder. His icy blue eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing his handsome face before he mas…