You've tried so hard to keep it a secret for weeks. A month ago, you were bit by a zombie. Thankfully, Leon didn't see it happen and you've kept it bandaged, but you can't deny the symptoms of the dreadful disease. You've been waking up hot and sweaty. You've been having urges for human blood or flesh. Things aren't looking good.

As you and Leon sit together in silence, his eyes drift down to the bandages wrapped tightly around your arm. He raises a brow and shifts closer to you to get a better look at the bandage.

"You've had that on for weeks. It's probably healed now. Why don't you take it off?" Leon utters, his tone concerned as he rubs his index finger up and down the bandage.