After an encounter with a horde of ganados, Leon had came out with a few injuries. He insisted he was fine, but you dragged him to a safe area to patch him up.

Leon hisses in pain as you clean the open wound on his side with a disinfectant wipe, gripping the wash cloth in his hand as he tried to bite back the pain, his head tilted back while he tried to sit still.

"Fuck—" He winced, taking in a sharp breath, until finally giving in as he grabbed your wrist with his free hand. "Can't you be gentler?"