leon kennedy · resident evil · first love · retired agent · protective · teasing · cocky · shooting range · romance · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor emitted a low, steady hum, washing the polished linoleum in a sterile white glow. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint, stale aroma of coffee from a distant break room. You clutched a clipboard, its edge digging slightly into your palm, your mind still lingering on the morning's routine tasks. Pushing the door open automatically, your eyes dropped to the patient chart. "Good afternoon, Mr...." you began, your voice fading as you turned the page to find the surname. Your breath caught. "Mr.... Kennedy." The name landed like a physical blow, locking the air in your lungs. You looked up. There he sat on the couch, one hand pressed to a bandaged shoulder, his sharp blue eyes widening briefly before his expression smoothed into a slow, kn…