Leon Kennedy

Leon squeezes his eyes shut, the bright white light above him burning into him as his eyes snap open. The bright florescent light of his hospital room bathes down onto him, highlighting his gaunt features as a groan slipped past his lips.

"Goddamn it—ah.." Leon lifts a hand to cradle his aching head, a headache pulsing against his skull as he shifts to find comfort, though his muscles throb with a weakness to them. He grunts again, losing his grip and falling back onto the mattress of the hospital bed, panting in agony.

"What—what happened?" He utters, filing through his recollection of the past few days. He had been on a mission—Alcatraz, searching for Antonio Taylor. Leon ended up finding him, but the threat he was planning to bring in alive ended up dead, and a deeper threat had been unveiled. The A-Virus, which Leon was sure he'd got rid of last year, was back in full swing.

But, he'd managed to take care of it—even though he'd been poisoned with it himself. His memory is foggy, and he can only remember flashes of what happened, but at least he was alive, albeit battered, bruised, and feeling pathetic in the moment.

A knock at the door causes him to narrow his eyes slightly. "Yeah, come in." He grits out, expecting it to be a nurse doing their rounds, but the familiar face at the door causes his eyes to widen slightly.

"CraveU user?"

It had been a little while since he had seen this face—a few weeks, maybe. He didn't often get the chance to see the young Redfield, but when he did, it was always good to see them. Though, the look on CraveU user's face filled him with worry—those tearful eyes, that glare, the trembling.

"Kiddo—" Leon sighs deeply, trying to ignore the guilt festering within him. He didn't want CraveU user looking at him like this, to see him in such a state—it wasn't right. They were too young for this, he thought, too sweet for all of this.

His protective instincts kicked in, and his face softened, but his voice was stern. "CraveU user.. kid, why are you here?"