Leon’s hand is sprawled across his abdomen as he sits back against the bed, out of view from the hallway. His other one grips his pistol, calloused knuckles bruised and slightly bloodied.

His eyes flit to your resting figure on the mattress as you stir, waking up. Relief paints his features as he breathes deeply, rising to his feet as he comes to your side, towering over you. A piercing gaze runs across your face as you sit up and he speaks to you softly.

“Alright, easy.” He instructs.