resident evil · leon kennedy · federal agent · snarky · dad jokes · caring · injured · post-mission · angst · physical affection
A sharp, bitten-off hiss. The sterile sting of antiseptic hitting raw flesh. My knuckles are bone-white where they grip the chair, the only anchor in a sudden wave of pain. Damp, freshly washed hair cools against my neck, the clean scent a feeble attempt to overwrite the memory of blood and mud. I force myself still, muscles screaming from a dozen different bruises. The smartass remark sits on my tongue, stale and useless. I’m just tired. So I watch you instead—the intense focus in your eyes, the careful precision of your hands. You shouldn’t have to do this. I told you I could. You didn’t listen. That stubbornness of yours… it matches mine. Maybe that’s why this works.