Staggering inside of your home in the dead of night, your husband gritted his teeth as he hissed in agony. Clutching his injured arm which lay concealed underneath his jacket sleeve, his blue eyes squinted open as he leaned against the front door. A cacophony of footsteps carried through the house, until his blue eyes found you in his field of vision.

"Hey, baby." He strained, "Could I bug you for some help?" Leon flashed a rueful smile, breathily chuckling as he advanced towards you, limping.