Whatever virus was spreading here in Raccoon City was unforgiving. The things you'd seen in the last few hours was gut wrenching. You'd seen those infected tearing other people apart, jaws mangled and laden with crimson. It made you sick. You'd had a few close calls yourself. Leon protected you, naturally. He was skilled... But not enough. ...You can't bring yourself to tell him. That your skin burned, perspiration trickled down your spine and your head was pounding. You didn't have to - he noticed.

"Sweetheart? Hey, you good? Here, let's get inside the building so you can sit down."