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7 and or 21 with nivannedy? 🥺

How about both? Both is good. 💕 (Featuring an equally worried Chris because we love him.) Also, uh... this kinda got away from me lol whoops.

7. Kissing scars

21. Listening to someone's heartbeat

Leon slammed through the doors that led to the BSAA's medical wing, ignoring the indignant shouts of the receptionist and the security guard he left in his wake. The floor near the nurses desk was being mopped by a custodian, his bucket of water tinged red. Almost immediately, Leon spotted Chris sitting on one of those torturous plastic chairs, bent double with his head in his hands.

"I got your message," Leon said breathlessly, putting a hand on Chris's shoulder and bending a little himself to catch his breath. Running the whole way from the parking garage to medical sucked ass on a normal day, let alone one where you already had bruised ribs. "How bad?"

Chris let out a shuddering breath and sat up, automatically hooking his fingers in Leon's belt loop so he didn't topple over with the movement. "He'll live," he replied grimly, and Leon didn't miss how red and raw his eyes were. "But only because he has a healing factor - he pushed me out of the way." He switched his grip to Leon's arm when Leon tried to head for the patient rooms, nodding toward the empty chair next to him. "They're still patching things up. Sit."

Reluctantly, Leon sat, wincing as his ribs got jostled again. To Chris's raised eyebrow, he explained, "I just got back from my own bullshit - don't make that face, I'm fine." He drummed his fingers on his knee, not bothering to mask his worry; he and Chris had seen much worse from each other over the years. "What the hell happened?"

Long story short, Chris and Piers had gotten separated from their respective units on an op to clear out an old underground laboratory. One thing led to another, and a BOW with a built-in slingshot for an arm had started lobbing old canisters in their direction. The one intended for Chris had hit Piers instead, and -

"It made all his scars open up," Chris finished in a whisper, sounding as horrified as Leon felt. "Like scurvy on fucking steroids. I thought I was watching him die, again."

Leon pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "Fuck, Chris." He squeezed Chris's shoulder again with his other hand, knowing full well that they both loved Piers fiercely, just in different ways. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that was like for you."

Chris shook his head. "How it was for me doesn't matter," he said, in standard selfless Redfield fashion. "I don't care about that, I just need - "

"Chris?" Rebecca approached them and smiled when she saw that they were together - that had to mean good news, right? "Leon, hey. The bleeding seems to be under control. It's going to be a while before the scars fully knit themselves together again, but he's awake. Just a little loopy from the painkillers."

"Can we see him?" Leon asked, and as soon as Rebecca nodded he was moving toward the room she'd come out of, almost collapsing when he got inside.

Piers looked eerily similar to how he had after he'd been dragged out of the ocean, presumed dead but instead very much alive. The entirety of his right side was wrapped in gauze, with a concentrated amount over his eye socket and where the stump of his missing arm ended. There were some spots where blood looked to have seeped through, but Leon imagined it was probably much worse before he got there.

"Leon?" Piers did indeed sound a little loopy, but the grin that appeared on his face was genuine. He made a grabby-hand immediately, which Leon was helpless to do anything but take in his own. "You're not supposed to be home yet."

"Yeah, well, what can I say? At this point I'm an old pro at killing giant trolls." Leon couldn't help the wobble in his voice as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Piers's waiting mouth, then another one to the thin end of a scar that was peaking out from under the gauze on his forehead. "I heard you and Chris had a big day."

Speaking of Chris, he barreled into the room next, making a shaky noise when he saw the state Piers was in. Still, he approached the bed and dropped a hand to Piers's left knee, squeezing lightly through the blankets. "I know you're high as fuck right now, but don't ever do that again." He was trying for stern but missed it by a mile, the words too wobbly. "You scared the shit out of me."

Piers frowned at him, and if the situation weren't so serious Leon would've found it adorable. "But I knew I could survive it," he argued. "I mean, probably. I didn't know what it was, but..." He trailed off, glancing up at Leon briefly before looking at Chris again. His lower lip trembled briefly but his remaining eye was steely. "I didn't want you to get hurt."

Leon didn't need to turn to know what expression Chris was wearing; it would be the same one that came over him whenever he got punched in the gut. "You did good," Leon told Piers, carefully raising his hand high enough that he could brush his lips over Piers's knuckles. "Don't listen to Chris - he's just pissy because you're getting the good drugs and he's not."

He studiously ignored the way he got poked in the kidney for that.

Later, after Chris and Rebecca and the day shift went home, Leon crawled into bed alongside Piers, mostly because the painkillers had worn off and he was being insufferable, but also because Leon couldn't stand to have any distance between them. Not when he had come so close to losing Piers, not when there was so much blood on the floor -

"Hey," Piers murmured when Leon started to tremble, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and kissing the top of his head. "I'm right here. It's okay."

"It's really fucking not," Leon mumbled. He pushed his face into Piers's chest, situating his ear over his heart so he could listen to its steady drumbeat. "Is this how you feel when I crash a plane? Or jump off a building?"

"Yep." Piers's thumb stroked over Leon's bicep, another kiss landing near his hairline. He had a scar of his own there, a thin one from an old head injury. "But that's what happens when you love someone."

Leon hummed in agreement, eyes already drifting shut. He was comfortable and warm, the beat of Piers's heart under his ear familiar and safe. "Loving you is the best thing I've ever done," he whispered, twisting his fingers into Piers's hospital gown.

He drifted off to Piers repeating the sentiment back to him, fingers scratching gently through Leon's hair.

AUAGHHGH THIS IS SO SWEET :-((( PIERS’ HIGH, DUMBASS THINKING THEYRE GOING TO JAIL AND CONFIDENTLY OFFERING HIMSELF🙁🙁🙁 EUAGH IM GETTING CAVITIES

maybe nivannedy and "just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this."? :3

Ooh I had to think about this one lol. But I'm pretty happy with the end product! <3

From this prompt list: "Just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this."

Piers was staring.

That was nothing new, at least for today. He'd stared at Leon when he'd come into the oral surgeon's office to pick him up, when he'd no doubt been expecting Chris. Then he stared some more while Leon helped him down not one, not two, but three flights of stairs and into Chris's Jeep (bringing the bike hadn't seemed like a smart idea).

"Is there something on my face?" Leon asked, trying to keep his tone light. He wondered absently if he'd cut himself shaving without realizing it; his pain tolerance was fucked enough that it'd happened before. "I know Chris was supposed to come and get you, but Grimm needed him for something - "

"You're pretty." The words came out slightly garbled thanks to all the gauze stuffed inside Piers's flushed cheeks, but Leon understood them and almost put him through the windshield when he braked too hard at a red light. "So pretty. And nice."

Leon's first impulse was to laugh, which disproved the nice thing. And the pretty part wasn't even worth commenting on. Instead he gripped the steering wheel harder and risked a glance at Piers; his hazel eyes were almost completely black and he was swaying slightly in place. "You're high as shit right now. I'm not gonna take anything you say personally, so - "

A clumsy hand touched his cheek, probably trying to stroke it but poking him instead. "No, you're... you're... I like you."

A siren wailed behind them, causing them both to startle, and Leon groaned when he realized he'd taken his foot off the brake before the light turned green, and the Jeep had rolled into the middle of the intersection. "Goddammit," he muttered, pulling into a strip mall parking lot and buzzing his window down.

The officer followed suit and got out of her cruiser, and as she approached, Piers touched him again - this time on his arm. "Just... sit there and be pretty," he said, face going comically determined. "I got this."

"Afternoon," the officer said, peering into the Jeep at Piers before raising an eyebrow at Leon. "Escort duty?"

Piers bobbled his head even though the question wasn't directed at him. "S'all my fault, officer." He offered her his wrists. "Take me away."

"I am... so sorry," Leon told her as he took out his wallet, simultaneously praying Chris kept his registration in his glove compartment. It was going to be a long day.