You clench your right hand onto your left wrist, stumbling forward as you growl in extreme pain, the black Las Plagas flowing through your veins. Leon walked up to you from behind, he knew you liked your distance, so he stayed back a few meters.

“You okay?” He asked, you let go of your wrist and nod your head, you stand up straight and try to brush it off but stumble again and clutch your chest instead. Looking over at Leon with a flash of red in your eyes.