Shady Promises-Resident Evil 4

Chapter 31

The cool night air washed over your body, making you sigh in relief.

The moon was high in the sky, its bright light shining on everything at the moment, giving a silver glow. Crickets were heard in unknown locations, adding onto the calming feel.

The first thing you saw was an old built shack, the wood rotting so badly it appeared to collapse at any moment. It was amazing how it stood up so well.

"Let's rest for a bit." Leon spoke, walking over to an old stone wall that appeared to be the shack's only source of support. You didn't argue or complain, following his trail towards the wall. You took a seat on the dirt ground, your back against the cool stones, soothing your aching muscles. Leon took a seat next to you, shoulders comfortably touching while he let out a sigh of his own, enjoying the silence.

You looked down at your hands, seeing the torn leather and dried blood decorating the material. You hesitantly began to pull off the glove by the finger one at a time, hissing as the leather came in contact with your wounds.

Leon grew alert by your voice, making him look over to see what you were doing. His eyes were glued to your hands, seeing your attempts to take them off without hurting yourself more than you already were.

"Here," he murmured, taking your hand gently into his. He slowly started to roll the glove off, mindful of the wounds on your hands. His touches were gentle, despite the roughness of his calloused fingers. He got the other glove off in the same fashion, taking both of your hands in his, he examined them carefully.

Their was one puncture wound on the back of your left palm, it looked rather deep but not enough to where it hit bone. Your right hand had two puncture wounds, bleeding a bit more than the left hand, yet still not deep enough to cause major damage.

He was quiet the entire time, staring down at your hands with furrowed brows, like examining a puzzle that got him frustrated. "I'm sorry." He muttered, letting go of your hands to reach into one of his pockets attached to his belt.

"Why?" You whispered, watching him curiously with a tilted head. He looked back at you, pulling out a roll of bandages you didn't know he had on him. "For this, it was my fault I decided to split up." He went to work on your left hand, wrapping up the wound carefully in the thin bandage.

You watched him work quietly, unsure of what to say to him about the entire situation. You wanted to reassure him that it wasn't his fault, but a part of you was screaming that it was the truth. You bit your lip hard, thinking real hard on the scenario that happened between you two not long ago.

"Give me your other hand." He spoke, breaking you from your thoughts. You lifted your other hand, allowing him to hold it within his two hands as he worked on wrapping the wound up with the remains of the bandage. He secured it tightly, making sure it wouldn't interfere with your finger movements. He grabbed your gloves and careful slid them back on. The bandages were thin enough to prevent bulkiness in the glove, yet sturdy enough to protect your wounds from any infection.

"Leon, are you...feeling any better?" You asked, looking at his face for any sign of emotion. He looked into your eyes, his expression rid of any emotion, like usual. He always hides it incredibly well.

"I'm doing fine." He said, once again, with no emotion in his voice.

"Tell me the truth."

"What's there to tell?"

"The truth Leon, please." You gripped both of his hands with your own, your fingers slowly slipping between his. "I know you're angry, but I need to know what you're thinking."

He took a long moment to answer, the silence growing heavy and uncomfortable. The moonlight began to feel taunting, the cricket's chirping beginning to sound more anxious than before.