Surviving for each other

Chapter 3: A guest

You took off his backpack and started to carry him to the house. You couldn't help but stare a bit. He was very handsome and the only human being for miles. You got him to the bathroom and checked him for bites but all you found was the bullet hole. You might not have electricity  but you did have running water oddly. Turing on the water in the sink you filled it up enough to use as a bucket. You look around the bathroom hitting play on the cassette player in the corner. The music as you hoped helped you relax and focus on your task. "River of Deceit by Mad Season" echoes clearly in the small bathroom. You removed his stained RPD vest and shirt. Putting them in the hamper you gathered the supplies needed to clean up your new guest. He was built with a hard chest and capable arms. Figuring he was a cop before this you stole a look at his badge right above it you notice a rough looking metal name tag. "Leon S. Kennedy'' was engraved on the worn golden name tag. You took your attention back to Leon fixing up his wounds. Pulling the bullet out you were glad he wasn't awake to feel it. Using one of the many first aid kits you acquired you cleaned the hole hoping for no infection. You stopped the bleeding and focused your attention on the now sterile stitching needle. You had to stitch him up or else the wound would never close. Gathering the supplies you started to mend the hole. Every stitch you cringed, "thank god for high school med class." you thought out loud. After the last stitch you sterilize the wound and the needle. Putting a large clean adhesive patch you noticed a scratch on his cheek was bleeding a bit. You lean in closer, your face getting hot from the distance. Taking a cotton ball you soak it in antiseptic and apply it to the open cut. It was a bit deep, it would leave a scar. It was definitely out of place with his soft features. You admired him a bit more wondering what could have happened. You were lost in thought until you realized you were staring. You turned away with red cheeks but remembered he was out of your league. After you played medic for the fatally wounded you went to find him a new shirt. One of your dad's old shirts would be perfect.
Putting him in a plain white t-shirt you carried his weary body to the only room with a mattress, yours. You lay him down in your bed moving the blankets and sheets covering him. The warm summer air only let you cover him in a thin sheet. You waited and admired your new guest. He was very good looking, his dirty blond hair fell in his face and looked freshly cut. It seemed he has been through a lot like most of us. Dirt covered his features and dusted his cheeks a faint brown. You went to get a washcloth hoping cold water would help sooth his state. You place the cold cloth on his forehead and wipe some of the dirt off his face. You were hardened from the sights and experienced the T-Virus blessed survivors with. Even though the new world changed you, you still kept that caring and shy side to you from before. He moaned in pain which pulled you from your thoughts. He turned his head left and right almost like he was having a bad dream. He slowed his actions and fell back into a deeper state as you observed, worried. You place the cold damp cloth back onto his forehead. "Oh god please don't let the only human being for 100s of miles die on my watch."
It's been hours since you found him and he still hasn't woken up. It was getting late hitting around 9 pm now you decided to get some rest. You would need it if you were going to tend to your new friend. You lay on the hard flood with only the carpet to comfort you. Looking up at him while you lay on the floor you slowly fell asleep to the new breathing that filled the room.