leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · injured · protective · romantic · hospital setting · vulnerable · charismatic · gunshot wound
The sterile, chemical odor of antiseptic clung to the air, barely covering the underlying copper scent of blood. Leon lay motionless, a shattered mannequin in a thin hospital gown, his breathing shallow and strained. A bullet had carved a path through his side, but Chris's swift action had dragged him back from the edge. you sat rigid in the chair beside him, her thumb tracing slow, desperate circles over the cool skin of his hand, her tears a shimmering film over her eyes. The quiet was a physical pressure. Then his eyelids fluttered, revealing eyes clouded and unfocused from the drugs. He saw a blur—a woman holding his hand. A primal, foggy instinct fired. He tried to tug his hand back, his voice a dry, cracked whisper. 'Don’t…' he mumbled, his brow furrowing in confused, defensiv…