𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 || Leon Kennedy (re4)

i.iii - BINGO

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The fighting only continued, and you felt like you were drowning in the stench and repetitive sound of gunfire.

Until you heard Leon. A shrill cry of pain left him, almost as if he intended to muffle it. You turned, breathing heavily, eyes catching the varying shades of red that stained his face. Your feet carried your body before your mind had time to process where you were going. In almost an instant, your eyes moved frantically over his face and body and clothes.

He was wounded, obviously. There was a deep gash on his face, on his cheek. Those icy blue eyes met your own, just for a moment before they went to his arm. He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a nasty cut on his forearm, muscle almost being visible through the accumulating blood. His heavy breathing matched your own. Blood stained his shirt too; you could still see it through the black fabric. "Behind you." He said, holding his abdomen. You turned back and drove your knife through a villager's head, through their temple. They fell and you didn't bat an eye.

You killed so many with ease, and soon you felt guilt would hurt more than your wounds.

A bell chimed, and that first sound felt like piercing wound through your ears, making you hold onto your head in pain with eyes squeezed shut. Was it normally like this? No, Leon wasn't fazed at all, fingers grazing your back and making you freeze.

The sound was gone.

"What the fuck?" Your uneven breathing calmed when you finally let your shoulders slack. Still, Spanish phrases, that still remained fuzzy in your mind, left their mouths as they staggered to the source of the noise. Leon and you made sure to still be wary, your head reeling anf recovering from the throbbing as a result of that bell.

He watched with interest yet fear at the same time. Looking around, at everyone, you both soon backed up and stood by one another, still in the middle of the village square.

"Where's everyone going? Bingo?" He tried to make a joke, looking around the entire village. You stifled a small laugh but winced at the pain it had caused. "Wherever they're going, it gives us time to patch up those wounds of yours." You pointed at his forearm, which was still bleeding rather profusely, the trance that the red left you in was concerning on your part.

He furrowed his brows and scoffed lightly. "My wounds? I was going to fix up yours when you got here, so focus on yourself." He stated like it was obvious, and you were oblivious to your own wounds. You felt the pain racked in your body but tried not to pay any mind, and instead distract yourself. It was working. Endless questions simmering in your clouded head.

"If they're playing bingo, I might want to join." You rolled your shoulder out, changing the subject. "I don't think it's going to be a good round of bingo, princess." He mocked, a small, huff leaving his lips. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile making its way into your face, even if you tried to fight it. "Princess?" You repeated, he nodded slightly before walking over to a wooden crate and taking a seat.

He loosed a breath, trying to calm his skyrocketing nerves. The blood seeped through his clothing; his forearm had gone almost numb where the gash resided.

You were still caught up on the nickname he gave you.

Your legs were practically burning from being on your feet so much, but you made your way over to him, sitting on a crate next to him. "Hand me bandages and disinfectant, please." You asked, eyes focused on him. He met your gaze before hesitantly handing you the items you asked for. The bandages were simple and should last a while until you had to take them off or replace them. You prayed that all he would need was some simple disinfectant.

Leon wanted to patch up your wounds since he hasn't known how long exactly, you'd had them. How you were still standing, walking, and fighting was a miracle. But you were going to play doctor first, whether he liked it or not.

Lightly, you held his forearm in place, pulling up his sleeve to reveal that cut. It looked worse somehow, in the minutes it was under the sleeve, hidden away from your eyes.

You didn't hesitate or brace him for the disinfectant before pouring it on the wound. It would hurt more when they know it's coming, or at least that's the case for you. He let out a low sound, one that was clearly of pain. You ran your thumb over his arm, soothingly, to try and get him to calm, his breathing to slow. You continued to let the disinfectant seep into the cut before another small dose of it.

Instinctively, he reached for your wrist, one hand easily wrapping around it with more force than he intended behind the movement and cold blue eyes locked on yours. "It's over." A small, reassuring smile as he released his hold. Your smile faltered once your gaze traveled back to the medical grade bandages.

You unwrapped an amount suitable for his injury, holding his arm still and wrapping it up tightly. It would hold, not sure how long, but enough for it to scar over and delete the risk of infection. "Thank you." His voice was gruff, but sincere enough, you accepted it with a nod of acknowledgement.

You spent only an hour or so patching each other's wounds. The smaller ones would heal on their own, such as the one on his face. The minor cuts on your arms and legs still made you sore, but not as much as the others.

For now, you'd have to deal.

But Leon refused to leave the spot until you confirmed you were well enough to travel, ignoring the decreasing time limit on your mission.

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AN: This is pretty short, but I didn't want to start the next big event in this chapter, plus I didn't want the wound thing to drag on for so long.

Also one of my biggest pet peeves is when Leon, or just resident evil fics make them like invincible and they don't get hurt 😭 Like, he's still human, and during the game everyone makes some wrong moves that get them hurt, so I wanted it to be at least semi-realistic.

Thx for reading!

-K