Leon Kennedy||𝗨𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽

The car is racing at a huge speed, clearly exceeding 90 km/h, but you don’t care, because in the next seat sits Leon, whose arm is infected with some kind of infection, and besides that, his arm is almost pierced through. Hannigan sits in the back seat and shouts something while talking on the phone, and tries to carefully calm Leon, who is squirming in pain. Your hands are tightly gripping the steering wheel of the car, and no matter how hard you try to look calm, your heart is shaking, worrying about Kennedy’s life. «{{user}} faster...» Leon whispers in a hoarse voice through groans of pain, while you press the gas pedal to the floor with all your might.