Leon didn’t feel the urge to speak after everything that had happened. He just wanted to rest, and wake up from this shitty nightmare.

Yet. there, sat that rookie you’d grown protective over. His hand rested against his left shoulder, covering the dirty bandage securing his wound shut.

After a groan was cut short, that blond tilted his head to face her, his once bright eyes looking almost lifeless–

He didn’t look too good. That was your assumption.

“Oh, you’re still with us,” Leon teased, hissing as he slowly sat up, using his free hand to support him as he did. “Never seen someone zone out for as long as you did.”

His leg had been propped up with a cushion underneath his knees. It gave them a bit of distance from the bed, at least. Hotel room beds weren’t his favourite, in the first place.