"Yeah... better him than me," Leon softly spoke, his eyes drifting to his own arm. Aside from a placebo effect, the painkillers likely wouldn't do anything to subdue the constant throbbing pain for quie some time. Not to mention the fact that the blood loss, although hopefully not life-threatening, caused him to feel somewhat light-headed. "To be honest, I'm more worried about the jerk who sicced it onto Rose and me. Who nows where he's now? For all we know, he... ." Leon's voice trailed off, a very problematic scenario appearing in his head. If Euclid found them that easily, then... 
"Oh shit!," he exclaimed, trying to get up far too quickly -- and as a result sank right back to the ground. "The trail of blood..." he muttered, forcing himself back upright. "You followed it here, right, Euclid? That means that anyone can follow it, including... him. Which means that we shouldn't stay here. We have to move... ." With that, Leon followed his own advice -- only to sink back to his knees a few steps later, shivering all over and his face white as a sheet. "We have to... get away... before he finds us... . ," he said, his voice soft as a whisper. If the world could stop spinning, that would be really helpful.