A Twisted Fantasy (Leon Kennedy X OC) [BOOK 2]

Chapter 22: One car pile up

A gravelly snarl chased close behind me as I moved into the next room, the sound seeming like a beast had cracked open the Earth the pursue me. Every step felt wobbly as I cradled my bloody hand close to my chest, begging for my blood to stop slipping down my arm. How deep does this cut go? Could the spines be infected with something?

The door slammed shut just as I made it through, but I couldn't focus on anything but my trembling fingers as I dropped to a knee. Stop the bleeding, I need to stop the bleeding as soon as possible.

My eyes felt as big as saucers as I tossed my bag onto the ground and grabbed for the zipper with my other hand. My first pass didn't make it far enough as a wave of weakness passed through me.

Ashley dropped down beside me, scrambling to unzip the bag and hold it open so I had a view of the contents inside. "First-aid, you have first-aid in here?" She barked, hands digging into the bag looking for anything that could help.

Before I could reach in an aid her search, Leon dropped down beside me and yanked out a roll of gauze.

He grabbed for my wrist, movement swift as he immediately pinched the seams of my open wound together. I held back the groan building in my chest as I got my first good look at the cut. I'm not sure if it was the blood gushing from the open seams of my skin or the peak of tendon below that made me nauseous, but Leon seemed to notice all the same. 

Leon used his thumb and forefinger to tilt my face, meeting his gaze.

"Are you okay?" He asked, making his words direct and clear like he thought I might be in shock. Hell, maybe I am.

I nodded in response, focusing on the icy blue of his eyes in an attempt to ground myself as Leon began wrapping my wrist. 

"What's your favorite color," He asked, and I blinked in response.

"What?" I managed, the runaway train in my mind coming to a screeching halt.

"Your favorite color. What is it?" He focused on wrapping, each turn staying firm and tight.

"Green or...red," I finally managed. He'd testing to see if I'm in shock, or simply using simple questions to bring my racing heart rate down.

"What's your favorite food?" Ashley barked, her voice not nearly as calm as Leon's had been. I looked at her, her own face pale.

"Breakfast...eggs benedict."

Ashley nodded, like she was proud of my answer for some reason.

"Ashley look for tape," Leon said, "Favorite TV show."

"Law and order," I said, eyes dipping back down to where Leon was working on my wrist. The bottom of the wound was still bleeding, sending streams of red down to the pavement beneath.

"There's like five, which one?" Leon asked.

"SVU." 

A slim hand appeared, giving Leon the small roll of medical tape I kept in the side pocket. Leon grabbed it, and instantly tore a piece off with his teeth. 

"Good old Olivia Benson," Leon said between gritted teeth as he ripped off another piece. He wound the tape around and around, punctuating it with the gauze to maintain pressure while still leaving room for absorption. It felt like whole minutes were passing, but it was likely less than one before Leon was tearing the gauze and making a final rotation.

He must have noticed I was staring, because Leon's hand came to cup my face and drag my eyes back to his.

"Keep your eyes on me, Mykie," His soft words clung to me like an embrace and I found myself raptly obeying the command. I studied the crease of worry on his brow, the narrowness of his eyes as another strip of tape was torn.