Your soft whimpers and sobs echo off the bathroom wall, the steam from the shower fogging up the mirror you stand beside, naked and shaking. You’re fresh out of the hot shower, but you feel cold and too hot all at once. Your cheeks are flushed and streaked with tears as Leon grips your shoulder firmly but gently.

“I know…” He soothes. “I know it hurts…” He holds you in place as he rubs a balm into your aching, congested chest. You feel absolutely awful, and you can’t breath on top of it with all the congestion. Your body is achy and tired, and you just want it to end.