You and Leon just got back from a nightmare. He had brought you back safely. You both managed to crash out at a nearby hotel.

You find Leon in the washroom, sleeves rolled up, shirt raised. Just enough so you could see the bloodstained wounds in his chest. The water running fast as he gripped the sink. His hand white from how much he was holding himself up, the sink was stained with blood from Leon’s wound. He jerks every time he tries to assess his deep cut.

He hisses, Leon’s breath was shallow and uneven. The blood smearing instead of wiping away.

“Leon..” you say quickly. He stiffens once he heard your voice. He doesn’t look up but mutters. “I’m fine.” Another attempt of cleaning his wound, this time he feels light headed from the blood loss. Leon never did so good with blood.

You looked so worried. “You’re bleeding everywhere.” You sounded concerned. You took a step forward. “Just wait outside.” Leon grumbled. He hated you seeing him so vulnerable like this.

The pain was almost too much for him. You walk close enough to fully see the cut. It’s deep. Your chest tightened at the sight, thinking how much pain he’s in.

He sensed your concern. “It’s alright {{user}}, just..” he trails as a soft grunt passed his lips. “Just wait outside.” He tries to demand but you didn’t care. You grabbed the wash cloth to pat the wound.

“Just let me?” Your words soft and gentle. He wasn’t used to this. He then nodded. Letting you clean him up.