It could always get worse (Active // Closed)

[meester_kennedy]

Who: Leon S. Kennedy and Claire Redfield
What: Patrolling and a crab bite
When: Evening/Sunset Monday
Where: Within a few blocks of the Seventh Heaven
Warnings: Gunplay, violence, crab guts

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[redfield]

With everyone milling around the bar and apartments, Claire felt fairly comfortable leaving Eve home while going out on her usual walks. She'd found the girl on one of her patrols, so who knew when she might stumble across someone else

[redfield]

After digging through three drawers Claire finally found paydirt in the bottom drawer of a desk. She walked over to where Leon was leaning, the smile on her face more than a little forced, and she wasn't able to hold it up after glancing at the redness spreading across the back of his pants.

"It got you pretty squarely in the butt, yeah." She sighed, setting the first aid kit down on the nearby desk and popping it open. "I'm sorry, Leon. Should've told you to drop and roll, not hold still." She could very easily blame herself for this one. He'd been covering her sorry ass, after all, only to end up getting his bitten. Literally.

[meester_kennedy]

"Shit...." he hissed, flinching as he shifted his posture a bit. "Do what you gotta do. We'll wait for them to lose the trail then go back to the bar." He gave her a bit of a forced smirk. "Just don't tell your brother."

[redfield]

Claire laughed dryly at that, pulling a roll of gauze from the box.

"I'll try not to, but if he's around when we get home he's probably going to notice something's wrong." She looked back at the injury, frowning a little. In theory the best way to stop the bleeding would be to pack the wound directly but she was not actually comfortable enough with their friendship to ask him to pull his pants down. She was actually pretty sure she wasn't good enough friends with anyone to ask that of them.

After a moment she went back to the first aid kit and found some wider sticky bandages. She moved back behind Leon and crouched down, cleaning up around the rips in the fabric best she could.

"This part Chris really doesn't need to know about, though."

[meester_kennedy]

"Definitely not. This'll be the least of my worries." He sounded a little tired, but he wasn't weak, per se. He held still and played the good patient for Claire, lowering his forehead against his arms. "It could be worse," he decided. "This could've happened while I was getting Ashley out of that cult." Of course, in retrospect, she probably wouldn't have minded so much.

[redfield]

It took a little creativity, but Claire managed to get the bandages securely in place without needing Leon to drop trow, although she couldn't really do much for the fact that it'd hurt like a bitch to actually sit.

Moving back to the desk she pulled herself up onto the surface, sitting down so that she was facing him, looking at his face instead.

"Rather have me around instead of the President's daughter when afflicted with embarrassing butt-wounds?" In a couple of weeks once they got the infection taken care of, this would be absolutely hilarious. Claire was able to find a little humor in it right now, but with the severity of what getting bit meant, she wasn't going to push it.

[meester_kennedy]

"Any day of the week," Leon replied, pushing himself up straighter and taking a couple experimental steps. He was stiff, but he'd be able to walk mostly normally. He slipped a few shells out of the pouch on his belt and reloaded his shotgun before slinging it back over his shoulder. "This is going to be the worst month of my life. Assuming it's not the last, of course." He nodded toward the door, indicating he was talking about the crab infestation trying to make its way in.

[redfield]

Claire watched him carefully as he moved around, frowning a little at the door when he indicated it, before crossing her legs and digging into her pocket for a fresh clip for her Glock, ejecting the one she'd spent in their botched escape and reloading.

"How long until they get bored and leave, you think?" The filing cabinet was holding up fairly well, and the door looked to be a thick oak of some kind, so she was fairly confidant they weren't in trouble. Unless of course the bugs decided to stick around in the long term.

[meester_kennedy]

"If they can smell me bleeding, who knows," he said, looking more than a little annoyed. He glanced around the room, seeing if there were any alternative routes. A door read "Receiving". "Bingo," Leon replied. Where there was a receiving area, there would be an exit. He took up his pistol. "If this comes out the back, it should set us closer to the bar. With any luck, they haven't made their way around the back yet."

[redfield]

She looked relieved when Leon drew attention to the receiving door, not exactly looking forward to a long evening of sitting and watching him get sick. Hopping off the desk she followed him to the door, re securing her shotgun to her back but keeping the 9mm in hand.

"From the sound out front, they haven't figured out buildings have multiple access points." She hoped, anyway. "And even if they have, hopefully the crowd'll be thinner on the other side."

[meester_kennedy]

Leon put his ear to the door, holding up a finger to quiet Claire. Seeming satisfied with the silence found, he opened it, checking both directions before stepping in. He limped, but he was steady on his feet. He wanted to ride the adrenaline for as long as he could. He felt like he'd collapse if he calmed down too much.

He made his way toward one of the large garage doors, to the button on the wall that activated the electric opener. He waited for Claire to get in position to watch the gap that would be made by the rising door for crabs. When she was, he pushed it, keeping himself against the wall.

[redfield]

She was watching that limp with a little wariness, hoping again that the bugs hadn't made it around back. They already didn't stand a chance outrunning the stupid things, now they were pretty much screwed.

Moving without needing to be told she trained her gun on the door Leon was standing by, keeping close by one of the cement pillars in the event she needed to duck around it quickly.

Wincing a little at the loud mechanical whirring the door made as it rose, she fully expected parasites to come swarming in under the door the second it was open enough for them to fit.

Surprisingly...none did. Exhaling out of relief, she stepped forward and moved quickly towards Leon.

"They didn't figure it out. We better move, there's no way they didn't hear that gate open." What she wouldn't give for her motorcycle right now.