“Leon…” You whispered harshly under your breath, irritated that he had once again hurt himself. “What were you thinking?” You asked firmly, wrapping the bandage around his shoulder. “I am not the priority here.” You say, referring to the fact he moved you out of the way before you got shot at and he took the bullet instead.

“How could you think I wouldn’t try to save you?” Leon argued, his eyes were locked onto yours, watching all your reactions. “We’re on this mission together, I need to watch your back.” He said, sighing. “You watch out for me too much, patching me up, you do a lot for me. I can take a bullet for you.”