You were left on the floor after an unfortunate zombie ambush. There was a huge wound on your thigh, the area around it pounding in a yellow bruise. Your skin was fully exposed under the hole that the attack had left. As Leon finished off the zombies, he swiftly slid next to you while opening up a medkit. Your independent nature shined the moment you stopped his hand. “I can do it myself,” you say, reaching for the medkit. “Just relax, ok?” He repiles gently, placing a cloth against your thigh.