Disclaimer: Resident Evil doesn't belong to me. Richard and Rebecca do not belong to me.
Author's Note: Rebecca's POV on Richard's death.
I once heard, "Doctors save people, medics only make them more comfortable while they're dying." I wanted to prove this wrong for once. More than anything in the world. I wanted to save him. I could spray him with the First Aid spray and rub the green herbs on his skin, but that only slowed the bleeding and eased the pain a bit.
I felt so terrible. It was my fault he'd ended up this way. His blood stained my white medic's vest from where the yawn had flung it on me when it had him in it's gaping jaws. My pants were also stained from the blood seeping from the holes in his chest.
Every time I touched him, he cringed and arched away from me. I could tell that he was in terrible pain, but I couldn't do anything. He lay in my lap, his eyes closed, bleeding through his torn t-shirt and I couldn't do anything. That's what bothered me the most, to be honest, the fact that I couldn't do anything. I've never felt so helpless in my life...
By the time anyone came around, Richard's breath had become shallow. His skin was pale and clammy to the touch. I knew then that he wouldn't make it. The snake's bite had caused too much damage to him. Between the torn skin, wounded internal organs and the poison coursing through his veins, I knew deep down that he wouldn't last the hour.
Jill came and left with promises of finding serum. I just hoped that she'd hurry. I gave him fifteen, maybe twenty minutes at this time. I know he wanted me to be strong, but with the way that he was bleeding out, I just couldn't.
It took everything that I had not to break down into tears there. I knew Richard didn't want to see me that way. Not as possibly one of the last things that he saw. That would just break his heart, and I knew it. So I had to stay composed.
I silently prayed that the serum that Jill was so bent on finding would help him. I hoped it would take away the pain, maybe slow his bleeding... that's all I really wanted for him. To be more comfortable.
That quote loomed over me like an ominous cloud. Medics only make people more comfortable...