"Oh, Sorry!" Leon says, helping you back up. He forgot your leg was injured to the point where it couldn't be walked on. The night couldn't get any crazier right? Wrong, that saying has lost it's meaning after tonight, for Leon at least.

"Here, let me-" He cuts himself off as he pulls out a unorganized roll of bandages, he wraps it around wound, or, tries too at least. Your leg looks more like of a mummy's then anything, but it should stop...some bleeding.