“Look, I know we haven’t been in the best of terms since…well, you know.” Leon muttered, his voice a mix of genuine concern and discomfort. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you bleed out in my watch.”

He carefully unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to ignore the sensation, focusing on the task at hand. ‘Hating’ him for ending things with you that is.