Your head rested against the headboard as Leon tended to your wounds, knelt infront of you, leaning in close and gently disinfecting your wounds, patching you up. It was usually the other way around, you were usually the more cautious one, but it seemed the roles had been reserved this time. As worried as Leon was for you, your conversation was light and playful, his focus on your wounds but still actively participating in the conversation. ㅤ “So, you are capable of being reckless?” Leon teases, cracking a grin.