Be my Last
Chris: "Jill will be in the hospital for weeks. She seems to be in a coma of some sort…"
A husky yet raspy voice from lack of sleep whispered with tiredness. The Bulky male leaned against the hospital walls of glossy white. His grey V neck shirt coiled against his well defined muscles as he brought his index and thumb across the bridge of his nose with eagerness. Chris seemed to be on edge; of course why wouldn't he be. He already had to bare the guilt of losing Jill once and now he had to worry about if she was able to come to. After the mission in Kijuju Africa; where the prime target Albert Wesker had been confirmed eliminated; Sheva Alomar and Chris Redfield agents in the (BSAA) Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, had successfully rescued Jill Valentine, past partner of Chris Redfield during the Albert Wesker Mission 4 years ago.
Sheva: "Chris I know that this is hard, even though I didn't know Jill as much as you, you have to be strong…for her sake…. (And Mine.)
The last words faded in her thoughts while the Doe eyed female glanced over towards her partner, having her back against the same Hospital walls. The ceiling lights illuminated from her black jacket. White roses decorated the front of the rough material, while one pant leg laid over the other in contentment. Ms. Alomar made sure that she would make every visit with Chris. Making sure that he would be able to keep himself together. Even though he looked tough on the outside, she knew that Jill was a very important person in his life. The thought of that seemed to trouble her; she couldn't help but be envious of Jill and Chris's relationship. Even so Chris Redfield was still her partner until they were reassigned.
There Sheva stood quiet in thought, the sound of the hospital monitors of each patients room echoed through the halls, whispering into her ears, slowly fading off. Both partners stood from across each other in thought, almost in a daze like trance. Chris worried for Jill's life and Sheva's collecting thoughts from his melancholy mood, though jealousy was starting to take form in her heart. She felt ashamed for thinking this way, but tried to keep it sewn up. The Poor woman was in a Coma for Christ's Sake!
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Sheva: "Chris…..?"
A sweet voice touched with English accent spoke with a concern. Chris felt a warm hand on his overly large shoulder. As he stared up, dark azure blues met hazel honeys. A small smile painted across her glossy plump lips, with a tilt of her head. She reassured him that everything was going to be alright. Chris couldn't help but give her a weak smile in return. He huffed out through his nostrils, coming away from the unwelcoming walls, and by his partner's side. Sheva was giving him the sign that visiting hours were almost over, and there was nothing that they could do for now. The (BSAA) agents walked in unison, the clacking of Miss Alomar's black stilettos trailed across each white tile that patterned the halls. Chris didn't even notice, but Sheva looked so much different than her regular safari attire. How could he notice now with so much on his mind?
Chris: "I am sorry Sheva…for bringing you into this. I know that it isn't your duty to endure this mess."
Sheva: "Chris, Please don't ever apologize to me again. We are partners…until the end remember? It is my Duty to endure; besides Jill is as much of a friend to me just like you."
The dark skinned beauty of African decent; was falling in love with this man. Every moment was precious to her…and until Jill had awoken she would give him back. Reuniting the past partners together again, even though deep down she would be in envious pain.
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