Found and Lost
Oh God, Jill, where are you? Chris thought as he rushed through the halls of the dilapidated facility. "Jill!" he yelled, only to attract the attention of three hostiles. He quickly took them out. He called for her again, his voice ragged.
Running through each room, he found no trace of his beloved partner. His voice echoed down the hall, becoming hoarse as his calls repeated.
Finally, there was a small whisper in reply. He followed it to it's source and nearly collapsed at the sight before him. Jill was strapped to an operation table. Her shirt was no longer blue. Her hat was missing. And blood seeped from the cuts over her torso, legs, and arms, staining her clothes and pooling beneath her. "Chris..." she murmured. She didn't have much strength, but was devoting it all to speaking.
"Oh, Jill, babe..." he rushed to her side, putting a hand to her pale, perfect cheek. He whispered her name once more and she looked up at him.
"Hey..." Tears trickled from his eyes as she struggled to move her own hand up to his, moving his to her lips. She kissed his fingers. "Are you okay?"
"No!" he answered. "Not while you're like this..."
She smiled at him, feeling no pain anywhere in her body. "I'm fine, Chris."
"No, Jill... You're not!" He leaned down and pressed his cheek against hers.
She kissed his cheek. "Leave, Chris."
"Not without you."
She sighed. "Then... go get me help." She hoped this would get him to safety. She didn't want him in the room that she had been tortured in. She didn't even want him in the building. Inside the building, he risked death. But if she could get him to leave and get reinforcements... Even if she died. She knew she would either way.
He pulled back some, allowing him to look in her eyes. "Okay..." He stayed there for another second. "I love you, Jill."
"I love you too, Chris." She used the last of her strength to pull his head closer again so she could whisper in his ear. "Promise me something."
"What?"
"That you'll wake up."
Chris sat up in bed, breathing heavily. Besides him, Jill slept soundly. He sighed, relieved that it had only been a nightmare. He was thankful she, well Jill in his subconscious, had woken him. He laid back in bed and pulled her close. She stirred. "Chris? What time is it?"
"Early..." he answered before kissing her. She smiled into it.
"Bad dream?" she asked.
"The worst. You were dying..."
She put a hand on his face and made him look at her. "Is that really the worst thing that could happen to you?" Her voice was questioning and sad. He nodded and she pulled him into a new kiss, deeper and more passionate than the last. They broke for air once, twice. It wasn't for many moments until they stopped.
Jill's demeanour changed. Her expression was one of fear. Pain covered Chris but he felt paralyzed. Blood seeped from injuries on his body. He felt as though he was watching everything through a dark shade.
"Chris!" He tried to reply but his mouth wasn't cooperating. "Chris, please! Wake up!"
Do you understand?