Casualties
Casualties - The First Gunshot Wound
"Damnit Claire!"
Cringing when his growling seemed to reverberate off the walls, Claire Redfield quickly apologized to her brother and terminated their phone call. Stuffing the small cellular phone into her back jean pocket, she hurried down the length of the Emergency Room corridor, following the string of sharp curses and howls of pain. Nurses flitted through the hallway with amused expressions as they motioned vaguely to the room she had been directed to. Entering the cramped examination room, she found the source of her frustration sprawled over a thinly sheeted gurney with his backside bared to the frail, elderly physician. Normally she would pause to admire the physique of Leon Kennedy. Hugging the plastic coated pillow to his taut chest, he was dressed in a flimsy hospital gown that had already fallen past his shoulders. His naked back was exposed to the world. The sleek curves following the length of his muscular back to the firm roundness of his backside, it was a delicious sight, but at that particular moment it was all she could do to keep the stoic look on her face and fight the urge to absolve into a string of giggles. It was an iconic moment. In fact, it was the first time that Chris Redfield had ever apologized for his motto of ‘shoot now and ask later.’ But Leon didn’t seem too excited to mark the occasion as a syringe filled with a stinging anesthetic was poked into the flesh of his creamy backside.
“Jesus Christ, Doc, can’t you rub my neck when you do that shit?!” Leon growled as his fingers tightened into the pillow and he focused on the chart of the female reproductive system on the wall. How ironic that he was forced to look at the cause of his destruction while an old man played with his ass-
Unable to hide the smirk that toyed with her lightly glossed lips, Claire moved into the hospital room and took the stool beside the gurney. Reaching out to press her hands over Leon’s taut forearms, she snorted when Leon yanked his arms away from her and growled at the initial entry of forceps into the numbed wound in the flesh of his right ass cheek. He looked like a child who had been scorned. His light azure eyes burning with disgust as the long dirty blonde locks that usually swept neatly over his brow fell forward to shield him. And the lips that Claire loved to taste were pursed into a firm pout. And though she felt sorry for his predicament, she couldn’t help the snort that escaped as she delicately brushed her fingers through the silk of his locks so she could observe his handsome face. "Honest to God, Leon, you act like you've never gotten shot before!"
And that did it.
Clutching a fistful of pillows tucked against his broad chest, Leon leaned upward and offered a blistering glare toward his lover. It had been embarrassing enough when the nurses of the Emergency Unit had taken a tour of his hospital room to observe the casualty. And the low whistle that blew from the physician’s paper-thin lips as a piece of shrapnel was finally pulled free of the bloody mess that had previously been a delicious piece of his ass caused him to cringe. A bullet had been fired into his backside and quickly yanked back out because Claire’s brother had an itchy trigger finger…
"I've gotten shot at, Claire! At! Not just plain shot! Especially not while having-"
“At least you had the chance to come, Leon Scott,” Claire hissed as a dark blush tinted her cheeks. Leaning closer to rest her elbows on the top of the gurney, she avoided the look of interest on the old physician’s face as his bushy, salt-and-pepper brows raised in delight. As if he hadn’t had more interesting cases tromping through the major city hospital. In fact, she was quite certain that she had been sitting next to a masochist who had a particularly large dildo shoved deep into his rectum as she waited to be escorted back to Leon’s room. At least it seemed as such with the way he had gingerly perched on the edge of the hard plastic chair…
“It’s official,” Leon announced, wincing at the tug of skin as the needle and thread were passed through the edges of his gunshot wound to close it. "That's the first and last damn time we ever have sex at your place!"
“It was an accident,” Claire assured, pressing an encouraging kiss to his temple though he snorted in disbelief. It wasn’t as if she could blame him for the cynicism. Her older brother had been threatening to shoot his ass since Claire had professed her adoration for Leon. Who would have thought his shooting skills had been that accurate? Or that Chris Redfield could ever be taken that literally? “Honest, Leon, Chris swears he thought you were infected with the T-Virus!"
Leon narrowed his azure eyes. "Do I look like a reanimated corpse?"
Claire’s auburn brows arched as her lips tensed to fight off the oncoming smirk. "I couldn't really say what you look like from the back when you're naked. Especially considering you had me pinned to a door--"
"Claire!"
"You were moaning an awful lot--"
"Claire!"
"I love you?”
“Kiss my ass, Claire Redfield.”
“Well, if it’ll make you feel better…” Claire cooed, pressing a kiss to her fingertips and leaning over his gurney as if she would try to accommodate the request.
“Claire!” Leon snapped, grabbing her upper arm and yanking her away from the injury.
“I know, you love me too,” she laughed, catching his lips in a quick kiss as the bandage was sealed over his injury.
Nipping affectionately at her bottom lip, Leon offered a quick nod of agreement. It was just a small price to pay for the love of a great woman. “I love you so much that I’m going to give you the present of a lifetime… Becoming an only child-”
“Leon!”
“I love you,” he cooed, swatting her backside.