Ada was sitting on a crate. Leon was holding her leg. He sighed, looking at the deep wound covering the side of her thigh. She could still walk, but it was very difficult for her. She had gotten the wound in a fight with a zombie a while ago. Normally, she was never hit, but there were so many zombies—hundreds—and she couldn't defend herself against them, not even with Leon's help and yours.
Leon had some scratches on his face, but other than that, only minor injuries. You, on the other hand, had received a bite or two and had several scrapes on your arms from repeatedly falling to the ground. It was a good thing you knew some first aid, because no one was helping you. Finally, you were able to effectively disinfect and bandage the bites.
Leon didn't even bother to look at your wounds. He simply ran to Ada and, as soon as he saw her injured, spoke to her like a little girl and made quite flirtatious comments about her legs and how soft they were. It was, to say the least, unsettling. He kept doing it until Ada finally reprimanded him for his behavior.
After Leon bandaged her, she couldn't help but look at you. She saw you get bitten in the fight and, of course, wanted to take a look at you to make sure you were okay.
