Chapter One: Sleeping Beauty

Author's note: Hiya everyone! So here is my next story. It will be quite short with only 3 parts to it. But I hope it is still a good read and I hope you will enjoy it!

Quickly, I have a poll going on that I need help in choosing a title for a story that I'm working on currently. If you all would do me a big favor and place your vote, I'd be very thankful! You can find the poll on my profile.

This story was actually meant to be a one-shot, but being the romanticist that I am, I needed to write more to it. It's centers around Chris/Sheva and has a side romance for Jill/Josh. It was also supposed to be 'Rated T' but all the cursing and some of the content would have gotten me in trouble, so in the end, I had to give it a 'Mature' rating. I will put the more sexual parts in bold font, so those who are not so comfortable with that, can just scroll past till that get back to normal font. Good? There won't be anything major like that in this part, though.

'Heavy Heart' is set right after the mission in Kijuju ended in RE5 and now it's about cleaning and clearing whatever is left of the Majini. It kicks off right away and it becomes emotional quick! When writing it, I had no idea where I wanted to go with it. So, I hope it's not too much of a snoozer or sappy.

This is a romance after all, so please don't expect action in this. I have no skill or talent in writing action scenes, so I avoid writing them at all costs. Though, if you read 'Refusing To Remember' you'll know I normally stick to romance anyway.

Hope you guys like this story and chapter! And please excuse my usual lengthy author's note. I just can't help myself, you know? Much love and thanks you guys, Sarai.

Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom, but the original characters and plot belongs to me.

The West African branch of the BSAA had started clean up in Kijuju and Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomar were paired up to search and kill any Majini left in the marsh. They had just taken out five infected and couldn't see any in sight. Then the radio came to life. It was base informing Chris that Jill Valentine was healthy and ready to go back to America. Chris communicated on his talkie and lost his attention of the situation at hand.

Sheva scanned the area while Chris talked to the base, she was looking for more Majini but found the area to be clear of any. She went to a small shed by the end of the marsh and readied her SIG P226 handgun as she opened the small door to the shack. She twist-kicked to open the door and quickly aimed her gun, attentive if any infected were hiding in there. She walked in slowly and came to the conclusion it was safe of Majini. She noticed a small crate and went to open it up to collect whatever was inside.

She found a box of ammo for her gun and started to reload. She heard something shuffle around behind her and quickly spun around to see who was there. Before she could realize what was happening, a tall woman, clearly an infected, yielding a rather large and rigid knife came charging at her. Sheva hadn't completed reloading her gun in time and the crazed woman swung her knife violently at her.

Sheva screamed in pain when the rusted knife jabbed into her shoulder. She kicked the woman back and pulled the knife out of her flesh and threw it to the ground. Blood was quickly falling from the wound. Sheva shoved the magazine into her handgun and put her finger on the trigger, aiming right to the insane woman's forehead. The lone Majini came running, but suddenly stopped and fell to the floor when a bullet went clean through her skull.

Sheva watched as the woman lay on the ground, her nerves making her twitch viciously. She clutched at her shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding. But she could feel herself passing out. 'Dammit, Sheva. You're never gonna hear the end of this from Josh,' she thought as she fell to her knees, becoming weak.

Chris was still talking into his talkie when he heard Sheva yell. He quickly attached the talkie to his belt and ran in the direction of Sheva's scream. He was only a few feet from the shed when he heard a gunshot. He pulled out his pistol in case that there was a diseased-being in the small shack, but he still rushed towards the entrance urgently to get to Sheva.

He opened the door with his hand, still holding his gun. He immediately saw Sheva kneeling on the ground, clutching onto her shoulder, which was pouring blood. He ran to her in lightning speed and gently grabbed her shoulder, trying to inspect it.

"What happened? Are you okay? Shit Sheva, you're bleeding a lot."

Sheva couldn't focus on what he was saying. Things were becoming blurry and sounds were muffled. Her head was pounding and she could feel the cool crimson liquid dripping down her arm and chest. She couldn't feel any pain, which she was grateful for. Things were going black and she couldn't hold herself up any longer.

Chris easily caught her when she fainted. He started to panic and quickly snatched his talkie and called for the base to send a medic immediately. They responded in record time and said they'd have a medic there within a few minutes.

Chris ripped off a strip of his shirt and started to tie it around Sheva's shoulder, making a poor excuse of a tourniquet. Where she was wounded was not the easiest of places to wrap up. He did his best, nonetheless. He pulled her to him and held her for a moment, studying her unconscious expression.

Oddly enough, she looked peaceful passed out. Chris put his hand to the back her head and pulled her up so he could get a better look at her. He examined her and cursed at himself for letting her get hurt.

He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes for a quick moment. "Shev, I'm so sorry. I should have been watching your back. Please be okay."

Before he could say anymore he heard a whooshing sound that belonged to a helicopter. He picked Sheva up and ran for the door of the shed. She was bouncing around in his arms but he held her close to his chest. Once the chopper landed, two paramedics rushed towards Chris and asked him what happened.

When they were close enough they held out their arms to grab Sheva, but Chris held her tighter and looked at them as if they were crazy. "I can put her in the chopper. We need to hurry, she's bleeding badly."

The two medics looked at each other and said a few words in Swahili. They turned to look at Chris and nodded towards the chopper, telling him he'd better get her in the cabin of the helicopter quickly. Without hesitation, Chris pushed through the two and walked urgently to the loud machine. He stepped inside and took a seat next to the door, still holding her. The two physicians were right behind him and buckled themselves into their seats. The chopper slowly and carefully lifted off the ground.

One of the medics shouted over the loud blades that Chris better lay her down and let them examine her. He thought for a short moment and reluctantly placed her down on the cold metal floor of the helicopter.

The medic that had just made the request before unbuckled himself and kneeled by Sheva's unconscious body. He untied the fabric that was wrapped around her shoulder and inspected the injury. He yelled at the other physician for a clean towel and some peroxide. The other medic unbuckled himself as well and opened up a small cabinet on the wall and quickly handed him the supplies.

The man grabbed the items and instantly doused the towel in the peroxide. He took a deep breath and dabbed the towel at Sheva's wound.

Sheva's eyes shot open and she screamed in pain that the peroxide was causing on her shoulder. She tried to push the towel away, but the medic kept a firm grip on her. She felt something squeezing her hand and when she looked down to see what was causing the pressure, she found another hand clutching onto hers. She looked up to find Chris kneeling over her and gripping onto her hand tightly. The pain was still evident in her shoulder and she could feel herself blacking out again.

Chris watched her expression as she cried in pain. He could feel his heart breaking from what he saw and heard. He held her hand tighter and rested his other hand in her hair, saying soft encouraging words into her ear. "Shev, it's alright. The pain will go away. I'm sorry…"

Her cries became whimpers and her grip on his hand was becoming weak. He looked in her hazel eyes and combed his fingers through her ponytail. He continued to whisper in her ear his apologies and trying to help her stay awake.

Sheva's hold onto his hand went limp and she fell back into unconsciousness. "Fuck! You have to help her, you have to!" he yelled at the medic, who was still dabbing at her shoulder.

He shot an angry look at Chris. "I'm doing the best I can. Until we get to the hospital, the best we can do is try and stop the bleeding," he said back in a thick African accent. He pointed for the other medic to get a clean towel.

Once he had the fresh towel in his hand, he immediately put the fabric to Sheva's shoulder. He put pressure on her injury and held onto her arm firmly, making sure he wouldn't lose his grip on her and the towel be removed from the wound.

Chris was by her side the whole time, clutching onto her hand and speaking hopeful words to her that he knew she couldn't hear. He felt the chopper shake and the pilot shouted that they were ready to land. After they were securely on the ground, the two medics jumped out and ordered for a gurney. A nurse came wheeling a stretcher towards them promptly.

Chris picked Sheva back up and gently climbed out of the chopper. He felt a hand on his shoulder trying to get his attention. He looked up to see the medic that was helping Sheva before and he was pointing at the gurney.

"You're going to have to put her on that now. We need to get her to the emergency room quick!"

Chris looked to the passed out Sheva in his arms and pulled her up closer to his lips. He moved his mouth to her ear, "I have to let go of you for a minute, Shev. I don't want to but I'll be next to you the whole time, okay?"

When he got no response from her, he sighed sadly. He laid her down onto the gurney and let go of her. He followed the small group that had built quickly to the doors of the hospital. The medical staff was almost through the doors when a nurse stopped Chris from walking any further.

"You're going to have to wait in the lobby, sir. Only medical personnel past these doors," she said politely as possible.

Chris huffed angrily, "I'm going in there with her."

The nurse gave him an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, sir. But you cannot go past this point. So please, stay in the waiting area. Someone will be with you later to report the woman's case."

Chris was about to walk past the woman when he realized that the small group of people and Sheva were gone and past the doors, already somewhere in the unfamiliar hospital. The nurse stayed behind for a moment to tell him to go wait again. Before he could say something to her, she walked through the doors, running to catch up to the medics and help.

He wanted to burst through the doors and follow after her and find Sheva. He had just promised her he'd be with her the whole time, but he cursed himself and held himself back. He thought that he might just cause more trouble in the emergency room with his large body in the way, hovering over the woman who needed the medical help. He sighed defeated and walked into the waiting room.

He couldn't stay still. He paced the waiting area and would walk up to the receptionist's desk often and ask about Sheva's health. They continued to tell him that no report had been made yet and that they'd let him know as soon as possible.

He thought about walking around the hospital to pass time but he was afraid that if he wasn't in the waiting room, he would miss the doctor and what he had to say about Sheva. He continued to pace the lobby when he heard his name being called.

He looked around for the doctor but was greeted by Jill. She walked up to him and studied his behavior.

"Chris. I heard Sheva was hurt and that she was rushed here an hour ago. Is that true? Is she alright?" she asked concerned.

Chris gave her a look of disbelief. "It's only been an hour? I feel like I've been in here for days…"

Jill watched him as he paced around her. She grabbed ahold of his arm, "Hey, why don't you sit down and tell me what happened?"

"I can't sit down. The doctor will be here soon and he'll tell me she's alright."

Jill shook her head. She hadn't seen Chris so frantic in a long time. "Will you please calm down? Sheva is a strong woman, I know that for certain. I'm sure she's fine in there and the doctor will come through those doors very soon and tell us she's as healthy as a horse. So sit down."

Chris heard her every word and finally listened to her. He nervously took a seat in one of the many uncomfortable navy blue plastic chairs that filled the room. Jill smiled, feeling happy with herself that she got him to settle down and took a seat next to him.

"So…how did this happen?" she asked softly.

Chris stared at linoleum floors thinking about what had happened in the marsh. "We were cleaning up the marsh area and we thought we got everyone. I guess I got distracted with the talkie and Sheva went off to make sure it was clear. Next thing I know, I heard her scream and I rushed to her and found her in a shed bleeding. One of the Majini must have attacked her…"

Jill listened as Chris spoke with sadness in his voice. She leaned over and patted his shoulder, attempting to comfort him. The only time that she had seen Chris this way was when Claire, his sister, had gotten into a car crash a few years back and like Sheva, she was rushed to the hospital. However, it turned out that Claire was completely fine and that the paramedics way over estimated her injuries. But the whole time Chris was a wreck. He would shout at the nurses and doctors to tell him what was going on with his sister.

He was slightly calmer this time. He did have that look in his eyes that said he might tear a few heads off, but he was containing his worry this time around. Jill wondered if he was like this at all when she was presumed dead or when he realized she was Wesker's prisoner.

As if he was reading her thoughts, he asked her, "How are you feeling?"

Jill gave him a weak smile. "I'm tired and I'm trying to wrap my mind around what has been happening in the last two years. I feel like I've been asleep for so long and now I'm trying to catch up with everyone."

Chris just simply nodded. "I'm happy your alive, Jill. Life was shit these past two years. Claire got married to…Leon," he said Leon's name with so much disgust. Leon was an OK guy, but he was with his baby sister, so it was pretty much mandatory that he dislike the guy.

Jill thought about Claire for a moment. Claire was so nice and funny; she was so welcoming with everyone and probably still is. She and Jill had become good friends and talked often, but Jill didn't know where their friendship stood after being gone for the past two years. She hoped they could still be friends.

She looked to Chris and thought about their relationship. They had always been good friends, but really nothing more. They had tried the whole romantic thing once, but when they were about to kiss they both chickened out and realized that being together intimately wasn't for them. They were meant to be friends.

Jill had started a relationship with Carlos Oilvera a few years ago. Really, she didn't know how it started. She remembers she was training new recruits at the North American branch of the BSAA and one day she gets a call from Carlos saying he was in town and asked if she'd like to go out for a beer. She had agreed and they met up and talked for hours. Next thing she knew, she was sleeping next to him the next morning; naked.

They both talked about it and finally Carlos asked her out on a real date. They went out together and hit it off as a couple. Then after a while of dating, they just started to drift apart. It was so hard for either to admit that they were ready to move on but truly they were. They remained friends until the day Jill was presumed dead. That was another relationship lost because of Wesker.

Her mind flickered to Josh Stone. The thought of him made her blush and smile like a little school girl. She bit her nails, trying to control her thoughts.

Chris noticed her sudden odd behavior. He turned in his seat to look at her and saw that her cheeks were bright red. "Who are you crushing on?"

Jill looked up to Chris with her mouth agape. "What? I don't know what you mean. I'm over 30, Chris, I don't have crushes anymore."

Chris scoffed lightly at her, "Mhm, sure."

She playfully punched his shoulder. She was so happy to see him relax a bit. She looked at him as he went back to his previous stance in the chair and his shoulders hunching over as if he was fatigued. She removed her hand from her mouth and sat straighter in her chair.

"Let's not talked about my crushes. Let's talk about yours."

Chris looked at her with a confused expression. "What are you talking about?"

Jill smiled at him, "I'm talking about Sheva."

"What about her?" he asked almost defensively.

Jill snickered at his reaction towards the question. "Oh c'mon, Chris. Let's be honest here!"

Chris went back to his hunched over sitting position again and rested his chin in his hand. "You're talking gibberish, Jill. I think maybe they gave you too many meds."

"Oh, please! Stop skirting around the obvious! You like Sheva. Admit it."

Chris shot her an annoyed look. "Shut up. She's like a little sister to me."

Jill laughed aloud. "Oh no, you like her more than as a sister. I haven't seen you act like this for just anyone. You're all worked up because you have feelings for Ms. Alomar." Jill put emphasis on the 'Ms.' part. She hoped she was getting through Chris's thick skull and trying to make him confess his likeness towards Sheva.

"Whatever, Jill, you're just trying to get a rise out of me. But it's not going to—"

Chris was cut off when he heard his name being called. He looked to see who was calling him and realized that a man in a white medical coat was waiting for him to reply. He shot up quickly and sped walked over to the doctor. Jill followed him, but at a more patient pace.

"Is Sheva alright? Where is she? I want to see her," Chris demanded. He noticed Jill giving him an I-told-you-so look. He gave her an irritated glance which only gained a chuckle from her.

"Mr. Redfield, is it? It appears that Ms. Alomar lost quite a lot of blood. No major artery was severed, but it was a deep stab. We stitched the wound up and now she's in intensive care recuperating. Once she wakes, we will know what level of health she's at. She'll need lots of rest and she is not to be disturbed," the doctor said, not once looking up at Chris.

"I want to see her—I'm going to see her," Chris demanded to the doctor.

The doctor made an irritated sigh sound, "No one is to see her. Not right now. You can come back tomorrow morning and we can see if she feels up to visits then. Alright? Thank you."

Chris could feel his blood boil within his body. He angrily snatched the doctor by his collar and pulled him up. The doctor looked up to him, scared and frightened.

Jill instantly placed her hand on Chris's shoulder. She had seen firsthand what happened when Chris got overly angry. It wasn't a pretty sight. "Chris, put him down. He's not worth it. We'll come back tomorrow and see her then, bright and early."

He ignored Jill's pleas to release the poor excuse of a doctor. "You listen to me Dr.," Chris took a glance at the name tag on the doctor's white coat. "Dr. Kubrick, and listen well. If I have to wait one more second to see Sheva Alomar, I will tear this place apart brick by brick until I find her. So if you don't take me to her right now, you can say goodbye to your arm," he growled at the pathetic looking doctor.

Kubrick was about to piss his pants when he anxiously nodded. "Uh, yes, of course! Let me show you where she is staying, shall I?"

Chris let go of the doctor's collar and watched as he stumbled back onto his feet. "That's what I thought."

Dr. Kubrick fixed the now crumpled tie around his neck and starting walking towards the double doors leading into the main area of the hospital. "Please, follow me."

Chris and Jill followed closely behind the doctor, making him anxious. After turning a few corners and passing many occupied rooms, they finally made it to a room that was at the back of the hospital. Before Dr. Kubrick opened the door, he turned around and looked at the two with a snooty expression.

"She has been given a strong sedative to help her sleep through the night. If I find out that either of you woke her up or disturbed her, I will report you," he said matter-of-factly.

Chris scoffed at the doctor and took a step closer to him, "Do you write with your right arm or your left, Doctor?"

Dr. Kubrick gulped and quickly scurried off in the opposite direction of Chris.

Jill shot Chris a look, "You're going to get in trouble, you know that? You're going to get us both in trouble."

Chris shook his head and chuckled emotionlessly. He opened the door and peeked through. He immediately saw Sheva asleep on the medical bed with an IV and a blood pouch feeding through a tube with a needle inserted on the inside of her elbow. He pushed the door open all the way and rushed towards her. He nearly knocked over the entire bed when he made it to her and grabbed onto her hand and examined her wrapped shoulder.

"Sheva. Shev, are you alright? How are you feeling?" he asked rapidly.

Jill closed the door behind her and walked over to the two on the other side of the room. "Don't wake her, Chris. The doc was an asshole, but he was right when he said she needed rest."

She walked over to the other side of the bed and looked down at Sheva. She studied her appearance and noticed how tired she looked. Jill brushed a strand of dark hair off of Sheva's forehead. She looked to the monitor and other machines she was hooked up to.

Chris couldn't take his eyes off Sheva. He wanted to pull her to him and hold her, but he couldn't. Because if he did, he would most likely pull out all the needles in her arm and hurt her or something. He settled with holding her hand and watching her closely. He watched as her chest rose and fell as she breathed. He bent over and rested his forehead on their linked hands. His heart felt heavy with pain and guilt.

Jill caught sight of Chris pouting over Sheva and she pulled a chair from the side of the room and scooted it behind Chris. She patted his back and signaled for him to sit down. "I don't think you're leaving anytime soon so you better sit down."

Chris looked to her and thanked her. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, still clutching onto Sheva's hand. He kept his eyes on her face eagerly, hoping she might wake up.

Jill tried to make small talk with Chris but he would either ignore her or just nod in response. He was so focused on the comatose Sheva that he couldn't be bothered with conversation. And after an hour of this, Jill decided to shut up and leave him alone. She leaned against a wall and watched as Chris protectively watched over the sleeping woman. Jill could feel herself smile and she thought to herself, 'He's in love.'

She kicked herself off the wall and walked over to Chris. "I'm going to go back to the base and get some sleep. Take care of her alright. I'll see you later."

Not once taking his eyes off Sheva, Chris simply nodded and said goodbye to her, not really putting much thought into his words.

Jill giggled quietly, 'Yup. He's definitely in love.'

Jill silently closed the door behind her and started to make her way to the lobby of the hospital. As she was about to walk through the doors, she saw Josh at the front desk talking to the receptionist. She opened the door and took a step closer to him. She could feel her heartbeat quicken and mentally told herself to calm down.

Josh nodded to the receptionist and as he turned towards the doors to the patients, he saw Jill. He slowly walked to her and he smiled charmingly. "Jill, how are you feeling? Shouldn't you be getting some rest?"

Jill swore her knees were buckling. She smiled back at him sheepishly. "Um, yeah, I was leaving now to go get some sleep. I just came here to see how Sheva was. She's sleeping but it sounds like she'll be okay."

Josh nodded. "Knowing Sheva, she'll be out of here in no time. But I just need to make sure she's okay. I was so worried about her…I wasn't told until I made it back to the base. You look good, by the way."

Jill knew for sure she was blushing. She bowed her head, trying to hide her face. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Josh took another step towards her. "Hey, if I'm quick with checking on Sheva, could I possibly walk you back to the base? Assuming you are heading over there."

Jill could feel her cheeks becoming hotter and she giggled nervously. "Uh, hehe, s-sure. I'll wait for you."

Josh grinned widely and patted her arm, "Great! I'll see you in a minute."

And with that, Josh was gone and past the doors. Jill harshly hit her forehead with her hand, "You're acting so stupid. Grow up!" she whispered to herself, hoping no one else could hear her.

Josh knocked on the door before walking inside. He walked in and saw a rather large figure hunched over in a chair, resting their head against the bed Sheva lay on. He knew instantly that this person was Chris. He cleared his throat, gaining Chris's attention.

Chris sat up quickly and reluctantly removed his hand from Sheva's. He turned in his chair and looked at Josh standing only a few feet from him. "Josh, hey. How's it going?"

Josh walked around the bed and looked at Sheva. He gently touched the needles that were inserted into her arm and sighed sadly. "I've been better. I wasn't told of the accident until half an hour ago. They should know better than to keep something like this from me."

Chris fought the urge to intertwine his fingers back with Sheva's, and it was proving to be quite the challenge. He didn't know how Josh would react if he saw Chris touching her. He sat back in his chair watching as Josh looked over Sheva.

"How's she doing? What has the doctor said?"

Chris crossed his arms over his chest and puffed some air from his lungs tiredly. "The doctor said she lost a lot of blood and that she needs to get lots of rest. Dr. Kubrick's an asshole, by the way."

Josh chuckled quietly, making sure not to wake her. "I've heard of him. He isn't the most liked around here, you know? No one's fired him only because he's good at what he does."

Chris laughed under his breath and rubbed his eyes.

"You look like shit. No offense. You should rest, too," Josh suggested.

Chris did his well-practiced nod and said, "I will later. I'll be okay."

Josh mimicked his nod and bent down over Sheva and kissed her forehead. "You better wake up soon. We're going to have a talk," he said to the unconscious Sheva.

Chris suddenly felt the urge to tell Josh not to kiss her but he held himself back and told himself that Josh has known Sheva for a lot longer than he has and he's a lot closer to her as well. He felt a pang of jealously towards his fellow BSAA agent. He was envious of the fact that he knew Sheva so well and that he was allowed to kiss her.

Chris shook his head, trying to rid his head of negative thoughts. He stretched his legs and sat forward, inspecting Sheva. He looked to see if anything had changed possibly or if she had woken up. He shook his head again and realized that he had just examined her a few minutes ago before Josh had come in.

Josh noticed Chris's uneasy attitude and smiled to himself. If he didn't know better, he's say that the American had feelings for his 'little sister'. He remembered that he had Jill Valentine waiting for him in the lobby to walk her back to the base. He didn't want to leave Sheva, but he did want to see Jill. He lifted his hand to Sheva's cheek and caressed her face lovingly. He felt better knowing that Chris was there with her; watching over her. He walked around the bed and stood in front of Sheva's new guardian for the time being.

"I have to go…I don't want to, but I ask you that you watch over Sheva while I'm gone. I trust you with her."

Chris could feel his shoulder's lightening a little. He stood and held out his hand, "I'll watch over her with my life." Immediately he regretted saying that. If he could watch over her with his life, then she wouldn't be in the state that she was in now.

Josh grinned and firmly gripped Chris's hand, giving him a strong handshake. "Don't let me down."

Chris felt the weight back on his shoulders. He started to worry that he might screw up and break the promise he just made to Josh. He shook his hand back and said goodbye. Josh was out the door and left Chris and Sheva alone.

When he heard the door click shut, Chris instantly clutched onto Sheva's hand and checked her health. The heart monitor beeped at a steady rate, confirming that she was stable. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her closed eyes. He let out the breath he realized he had been holding since Josh left.

He studied her features and found himself engrossed in her beauty. She was in a plain, drab white hospital gown, but somehow she made it look like it was the most meticulous design a piece of clothing could have.

He had noticed the tattoo on her right shoulder when he first met her. It read 'Shujaa' in a deep red ink. He traced his fingers on the design and relished the softness of her skin. He trailed his fingers over her shoulder, careful not to disturb the stitching. He traced her collar bone with his thumb and swept his fingers along her neck. Soon his hand was on her cheek and not realizing, he was leaning down over her.

He trailed his thumb over her cheek bone and brushed the stubborn bangs that lay on her forehead away. He leaned further down to her and found himself only mere inches away from her face. He slipped his hand to the nape of her neck and lifted her head a bit.

Before he could realize what he was doing, he was brushing his lips against her jawline. He laid soft and gentle kisses on her cheek, then her eyelids. He kissed her temple and smiled against her skin when he heard the heart monitor quicken in pace. She was asleep, but he still managed to get her excited. He trailed kisses along the bridge of her nose and then to her chin.

He lifted his face slightly, looking at her soft facial features. He started to lower his lips again and moaned when he felt her lips brush his. He pulled her up a little higher to deepen the kiss. His other hand had somehow managed to sneakily find her waist and wrap his arm around her small body.

He dared to trail his tongue along her lip, tasting her skin. He lowered her back onto the bed and pressed down on her chest with his own on top of her lightly. The arm he had wrapped around her slipped free and started trailing down the side of her body. He could feel the warmth of her body on his hand and on his lips. He began to trial kisses down her jawline and onto the curve of her neck.

His hand rubbed and massaged her thigh. He cupped his hand under her knee and tugged onto her leg slightly, testing the light weight of her. His hand started trailing back up again, but this time it slipped under her gown.

"Sheva…Oh, Shev…" he whispered against her neck.

He was about to touch the peak of her hip when he heard her moan. He jerked up instantly and urgently looked over her, checking her. He saw that she was still unconscious and that she had whimpered in her sleep. He quickly pulled his hands away from her and stepped away from her, violently rubbing his temples.

"You sick fuck! What kind of person are?!" he muttered to himself under his breath. "What the fuck?! She's asleep and venerable! You took advantage of her! You're a fucking old pervert!"

His back soon hit the wall, but he still tried to back up further. He gave up and slid down the beige wall and started to pound on his temples. He cursed himself over and over again, hitting his head with his own fists. He quickly became dizzy from all the abuse he was doing to himself; physically, verbally and mentally. But he felt it wasn't enough. He deserved a worse punishment.

He could feel his eyes watering and his nose become runny. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"

Author's note: Oh man, Chris. It's alright, but I mean…she was unconscious…

Anyways! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter to this new story! I apologize if I got confusing in the helicopter scenes or if I got something wrong with the medical terms and treatments. But I'm not a doctor, so watch out for yourself! Haha. Also, I know it may seem kinda depressing at the end of this chapter. But things will lighten up. I promise!

In the next chapter, Jill and Josh have a chat and get close. Sheva wakes up to a disgruntled Chris and is confused by his behavior. She talks with Jill and she learns about what Chris went through to get her to safety.

Don't forget to vote on the poll! You'd help a lot if you submitted one vote! See you Saturday, Sarai.