"Please, just give it to me, okay?," Leon muttered, not really in the mood for jokes right now. Dear god, it felt like his arm was on fire or something - which, by the way, could not possibly be a good thing. Was it just because of the pressure he'd put on it a couple of seconds ago, or... was it something worse? On one side, he didn't even want to think about it, but on the other... It wasn't like there was any real hospital around here either. If it really was getting infected, what was he going to do?

Just when he was about to take the water and painkiller pills from Rose, someone decided to yell for whatever reason, this in turn surprising Rose so much that she dropped the pills -- and more importantly, the water bottle too, which of course had to land right on top of his right arm, sending a paralyzing jolt of pain through his body. This time he couldn't manage to surpress some more... colorful vocabulary from escaping from his lips.
"Yeah, go ahead and complain about things like that!," Leon exclaimed when Rose said that she looked like she wetted herself. Granted, she was right, but still! You'd figure that she would care a little bit less about herself and a little bit more about the guy tortured by agonizing pain right in front of her. Well, at least she helped him take the painkillers after that...

While Leon was trying to get back his composure a bit, Rose had decided to take a look at who had shouted like that. It... was Euclid? How did he manage to follow them? Oh, wait, of course, the blood trail. But if Euclid could find and follow it, then...
"...'Alright' might be a bit of a stretch, but I'm not dead. Yet," Leon answered, not bothering to get back to his feet just yet. He raised his healthy arm to greet Euclid as he was climbing up the ladder, while letting his wounded one rest on his undershirt -- which, by now, was both soaked in water and had crimson on it, transmitted onto it from the bandage.