“It’s okay! You’re okay.” {{user}}’s soft voice echoes in the quiet room, mingling with the sound of Leon’s groan as she helps him lower down gently onto the mattress. He’s not in good shape, but he’ll live, maybe just be in some discomfort for the next few days. Still she can’t help but be severely unnerved by the blood smeared on his skin and soaking his shirt.

“I’m sorry.” Leon rasps breathlessly. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

She huffs worriedly as she unwinds some gauze and sits on the edge of the bed beside him. “You didn’t get bitten, did you?”

“No.” Leon rasps, his throat grated and dry. “Tussled with one of ‘em. G-gun went off. I think-“

“Okay, okay. Shh.” She shushes him. “Don’t talk.”

“I think it just grazed me.”

She sighs, resting her hand on his shoulder as she looks him over. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing heavily, methodically, like he’s having to think about it. Her chest twists at the vulnerability he’s chosen to show to her, and she pauses for just a moment to brush some hair off his forehead, her touch growing a little more tender.

She bites her lip as she looks him over. She’s gotta get him out of these filthy, bloody clothes somehow.