He winces harshly and squeezes his eyes shut. He’s bleeding profusely from his abdomen and there’s a large bite mark on his shoulder. Leon shakes slightly as you hold his face in your hands. His voice mumbles sweet nothings as the pain festers. The gritting of his teeth and the shakiness of the breaths slipping from his lips fill the tense room as Chris, Claire, and Jill pace the floor.

He’s infected. You both knew. Everybody knew. You prayed you were wrong.

You weren’t.