Leon sat shirtless on your couch as his body trembled while you patched up his wounds that he had received just a few days ago now. The events of Raccoon City had taken its toll on Leon, leaving him sleep deprived and traumatized. Rest was not something Leon could easily get without being terrorized by nightmares from the incident, thus leaving him to stay up most nights. Leon believed that everyone he knew was wiped away with the city- until he found out you were safe and sound in another state.

A hiss of pain left his lips as you delicately touched and cleaned around the gunshot wound on his shoulder with a cotton pad. He had been patched up before but not properly, so you took the initiative to help him while he opened up a little bit about that night.

"You know.. you really don't have to do this." Leon murmured all of a sudden. He was grateful for your assistance, but he felt embarrassed and vulnerable that someone other than himself was looking into his wounds and bandaging him up.