Leon Kennedy. Prince Charming

Leon and you had been ambushed by a wave of infected, and were forced to escape because you couldn't face so many of them due to lack of ammunition, having to jump from a third floor as a desperate measure, which resulted in you twisting your ankle.

However, with no time for delays or regrets, they both continued running until they found a safe place for the moment, an abandoned church.

"I've twisted my ankle..."
You murmured as you slumped onto one of the benches; your left foot ached, you had barely been able to get there, and running like that had surely worsened the injury.

"Okay..."
Leon replied with a smile on his lips as he approached you with firm steps.

"Excuse me? Why on earth are you saying 'okay'?"
You reproached him indignantly for his calm attitude towards the situation; he even seemed happy about what had happened.

"Because now I can do this."
His smile widens as he puts one arm under your knees and with the other supports your lower back, lifting you up to continue walking.

"Are you playing the role of a prince charming now?"
You complained, even though the situation was undeniably somewhat funny.

"I can still let you go, you know?"
She answers, glancing at you with a playful smile on her lips.