He didn’t mean it. He really didn’t mean it. Blood coated his hands as he applied pressure to your wound, begging for your forgiveness. It’d been awhile since he last cried, and here he was. Crying like he'd never done it before.

The mineshaft was a dark place, riddled with hostiles, and when he went on a search for you, his partner, he mistook you for one of the hostiles and shot you. He only realised his mistake when he heard you cry out in pain.

“Please stay with me– god I am so sorry..” Leon choked, tearing off a piece of his shirt and pressing it against the wound on your shoulder, tears rolling down his face.