Resident Evil Oneshots

Gentle ||HUNK||

HUNK grunted, pain shooting up his leg as he placed his weight on it once more. Gritting his teeth together he fought to ignore the pain and the blood dribbling down his leg, soaking into his pant leg as he forced himself to walk (he refused to believe he was limping, even if he knew he really was). He was much too proud to admit to such a thing, after all, especially after such a long run of returning from missions unscathed.

Lucky shot, HUNK deduced in irritation thinking back on the shot the last of the survivors on the mission he had needed to eradicate had hit him with.

"Hey!" came a familiar voice, one that caused HUNK to cringe. This was the last thing he needed, the last person he wanted to see him injured as such and not because the woman would worry. The damned woman never worried, not even for her own health, but more for his already bruised pride.

"Go away, Fang," HUNK shot out bitterly, eyes narrowing. For once his voice was not muffled by the gas mask, having removed it after leaving the area of the mission.

Fang ignored this demand, instead waltzing right up beside HUNK, her dark eyes trailing up and down and lingering on his wound. Damn, he had hoped she'd miss that as Fang often had a habit of looking straight at things and not seeing them when not on a mission herself.

Instead of the usual smirk that graced her lips HUNK was confused as Fang instead inclined her head, a thoughtful expression hidden behind her too long bangs. Without so much as the expected taunt Fang took HUNK's hand in her own and began leading him away down the hallways.

"What are you doing?" Confusion was apparent in his tone, though if one were to look at his face they would be unable to see this confusion. HUNK had a mastery of keeping his bearing.

"You're out of luck. The doctors are all out or busy, you won't be tended to right away." Fang answered back, without turning to look around.

"My health isn'-" before HUNK could finish his callous answer Fang interrupted him;

"'-Isn't any of my business. Survival is your own responsibility.' Right?" Here she spared him a grin over her shoulder, her hair swaying as she did so. "But you're not on the battlefield so you logic blows."

HUNK could merely scoff as they reached what he recognized as Fang's room, a brow quirking at her as if to silently ask just what her intentions were. She shot him an expression all men knew simply as 'the look' as she ushered him inside and down on the bed, where he observed her actions. She gathered up what she needed before she kneeled down in front of HUNK where he smirked.

"This is looking promising," he taunted.

"I'm sure," was Fang's dry reply, shooting HUNK another look though there was noticeably a small smirk on her face at this jest.

Silence filled the room as Fang went about treating HUNK's gunshot wound, luckily not having to dig around in the wound for the bullet as it had gone through cleanly. HUNK watched her actions carefully, surprised at how gently she was cleaning and wrapping the wound.

When she was finished she leaned back on her heels shooting HUNK another of her trademark smirks.

"What's with that look?" HUNK snorted, the mood ruined by the smirk.

"I got you to take off your pants," Fang chuckled, the smirk widening though she noticeably tried to keep it in check. Though HUNK couldn't deny this, the wound had been high up and necessitated it. "I deserve an achievement."

"Don't look so proud," HUNK retorted lightly, pulling his pants back up and brushing past her as well as he could with a limp. "I'll be sure to return the 'favor.'"

"Ah!" the door closed behind HUNK though he could still hear Fang's reply; "I look forward to that!"

HUNK couldn't resist a silent chuckle at this before he went about his own way.