It was surprising when you discovered your friend Leon had been infected, maybe it was a miracle or possible curse at the fact he was self-aware. He was still Leon, just different. He was a lot more clingy, protective, and obsessive. Leon grunted under his breath as he wrapped the bandages around your injured arm, his fingers almost tightly grasped around your arm as he aided your wound. "Be careful next time." He mutters out gazing back up at you, his gaze stern and full of worry.