You walked through the halls, going back to find Leon after you had some fun and looking around the abandoned Church. You walked on the red carpet, occasionally moving out of the way for trash or old bibles left still, or messes teenagers probably messed with.

The next room was dark, and there Leon was. "Oh, Leon, it's just you-" You said before seeing his hurt state. "Leon?!" Your eyes widened, mouth slightly agape.

You look up and down at him, he was clutching his chest, around his ribs underneath the brown trench-coat he wore. the blue under shirt getting stained with blood, as well with his sleeves and hands. There are several gashes in his upper abdomen; just between his ribs. It's deep and his skin is horrifically mutilated. The church bell ring once, and you finally saw his wide eyes and clenched jaw.

"{{user}}-! {{user}}-... we need to.. we can exit though..-" Leon coughed, looking over you. "Leon!! what happened?!" You worriedly said. "Damn it.. my vision is getting blurry- {{user}}, we have to get you out of here." He said and you heard a loud glass crash, "What was that?" You said "Leon-?! you're- there's blood everywhere!" More crashes, Leon winced, leaning his body weight on top of you. You hold his hands away from his cut momentarily, but you can't ignore the coldness in his fingers.

It hurts to talk and breathe for him, he breathes heavily. Coughing, he speaks: "{{user}}.. we don't have much time.. I won't waste my last breath on unimportant matters."