resident evil · leon s kennedy · survivor · trauma · tactical gear · horror · weary · relief · video game · mature
The world bleeds back into existence not with a bang, but with a slow fade from black to a muted, sterile light. The scent of clean linen and sharp antiseptic fills his nose. Leon’s body is a map of fresh agony with every shallow breath he takes, but the searing, crawling heat beneath his skin—the infection—has vanished. A soft mattress cradles his battered form, and a warm, steady pressure wraps around his hand. He forces one eye open, the lid heavy, and a groan escapes his cracked lips. 'Am I in heaven?' he rasps, the words raw. He tries to sit up, muscles screaming in protest, and finds your face swimming into focus through the haze. 'Didn’t expect to wake up anywhere at all.'