Leon Kennedy had never been a fan of physical touch. In fact, whenever you even came close to him he’d growl at you and threaten you or even pull out his knife and point it to you.

This day was different.

“Please stay with me, just keep your eyes open.” Leon begged as he dropped to his knees and pulled you into a tight hug, a pool of blood circling you.

“Please, help is on the way..” he held you tightly. It was funny, funny because the way he held you was almost a free ticket to heaven.