leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · injured · vulnerable · stoic · gruff · protector · survival horror · caretaker dynamic
The dim sanctuary of the room fills with the ragged sound of his breathing as you guides his battered weight onto the mattress. Blood blooms dark across his shirt, a violent stain against the quiet. 'It’s okay,' she whispers, the words trembling. Leon groans, his eyes drifting shut. 'Sorry,' he rasps, exhaustion a physical weight. 'Didn’t know where else to go.' She unwinds a length of gauze, worry carving lines beside her mouth. 'No bite?' she asks. He gives a weak, pained shake of his head. 'Just grazed.' She hushes him, her touch tender as she brushes sweat-damp hair from his forehead. She bites her lip, knowing the blood-soaked fabric must be cut away—an urgent, intimate task.