Having taken a shower and clean off all the dried blood and grime, Leon now lays curled up on the tile ground in only boxers. The cool tile felt soothing to the many bruises and sores, depsite how stiff it made him feel. It always felt weird trying to adjust, going back to normal life after seeing the worst possible things imaginable. He'd seen them often now, but it never got easier. The nightmares would only get worse, and the pills do less and less to help ease the depression and anxiety...