"Almost there...c'mon stay with me Kennedy...just a little bit further."

Leon let out a low grunt of pain as he stumbled beside his partner, into the guest bedroom of their house. He held one hand over the wound on his side, where crimson blood was soaking through his T-shirt, while the other held his partner's shoulder tightly.

The two had just returned from an exhausting, dangerous mission, rescuing the President's daughter from a vicious cult by the name of Los Illuminados.

Finally, after hours of fighting for their lives against infected villagers, solving ridiculous puzzles, and killing the leader of the cult, Lord Sadler, the two had successfully rescued and returned the President's daughter home where she belonged.

Now came a new concern...dealing with the injury Leon had sustained during the fight with Sadler.

"Shirt off, I don't want you dying in my spare bedroom." Leon's partner commented from the adjoining bathroom, busily rifling through the medicine cabinet for first aid supplies.

Leon, despite being injured and actively bleeding out, couldn't help but scoff in sarcastic amusement, though he did what he was told. With a wince, he pulled off his blood stained shirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor, and then laid back on the bed.

"Alright doc, your patient is ready for their examination." Leon replied.

Even injured, he couldn't resist being a smart ass.