Chris Redfield
The door opened and slammed loudly while somebody coughed, I tossed the magazine on top of its original table and looked at the doctor and my girl. Jill Valentine stood there for a few seconds speaking privately with the old man before he cleared his throat and sat down in his chair.
Looking into those steely blue eyes he began
"My name is Dr. Herman and I am here to take care of your leg! Now please, Mr. Kennedy--"
"Mr. Scott Kennedy."
"Very well, Mr. Scott Kennedy, can you tell me what's wrong with your leg?
A moment of numb silence fell on them as we realized that the Crypt Keeper had yet actually look at Leon's fucking leg. In her classic way Jill brought the problem to attention
"Well, it might be his leg."
At this Dr. Herman blinked sheepishly then looked up at Leon in a confused sort of manner and uttered a loud "oh". He moved shockingly fast for an crusty ass bastard kinda of like a shark going at a floating corpse, I could see pretty boy squirming at his poking.
"Well, young man, I believe that your ACL is torn! I haven't seen this in a long time, and not usually in such an older man. Mostly in teens, you know."
Leon's face wrinkled into an extreme frown of death of his in order to show his displeasure about the man's words about his, the pretty boy was known for being pissy about it.
"What does that mean Doctor?"
"It means, Miss, that he won't be doing anymore horseplay for a long while! I'm going to do some more tests and it would be a crying shame if he had to retire from your company."
Jill and I looked into each other's eyes feeling shock at these words we had never every thought that he would be the first retiree. The ex-cop was still young full of life, he had so much more to do than to go out like this! He sat laying on the table looking as shocked with his mouth hanging up wider than ours. It seemed like that bad luck he was always talking about had finally won. He would have to quit the BSAA if the tests come back with a torn ACL.
I stared at Leon for a few seconds as he shook and I couldn't help but wonder what it was like to have your whole life (or what was left) to snap with your ACL.