Jill Valentine awoke to the sound of rain. Recognizing her own room, (trying to vanquish the horrid memories of her Nemesis-filled nightmare) she arose and walked slowly over to her bedroom window. It was, indeed, raining outside. In hordes. It didnt bother her that much, she didnt plan on doing anything today...
Somewhere in the house, the phone rang.
Chris Redfield was lying in his bed, the phone reciever held tightly against the side of his face, waiting for Jill to pick up. He let out a flegm-filled cough. Chris hated being sick. His body was freezing, but whenever he pulled a blanket on, his body temperature rose alarmingly.
"Hello?", the familiar throaty voice of Jill answered. Chris sniffled and hoarsly replied, "Jill?".
"Chris? You sound terrible."
"I... I know. I'm sick."
"Did... did you want me to come over?"
Chris paused. That *was* the reason why he called her. Relieved that he didnt have to embarass himself by asking the question, Chris coughed again.
"That would make me feel a lot better."
Back in her bedroom, Jill silently nodded to herself. She new that Chris didnt have many friends, and that Claire was out boinking Leon, so she was all he had left.
Jill smiled, "Then I'm on my way."
"Thanks Jill."
"Anytime, Chris."
They both hung up simutaneously. Chris just rolled over in his bed, groaning, while Jill donned her infamous blue-tube-top and miniskirt (what else would she wear?), grabbed her raincoat, and walked towards her rainsoaked car.
Inside, she turned on the heater and waited for the car to warm up. Noticing a picture of herself and Carlos, with their arms around each other, Jill backed out of her drive-way and set off to the supermarket.
In only a t-shirt and Sonic The Hedgehog boxers, Chris stirred in his bed. His head felt like it was going to explode. He glanced at the clock. 10:20 am. The doorbell rang. Chris got up, (albeit incredibly slowly) to answer it. Jill greeted him with a smile and a hug, even though it looked like he was hit with a mack truck.
"How ya feelin, Redfield?"
"Like I was hit with a Mack truck." (see?)
Jill went into the kitchen, carrying two paper bags. Chris eyed them, "What are those for?", "It's for you, of course", said Jill, bringing out a can of chicken soup.
"Well, why do you have two bags?"
"I did some grocery shopping."
"For me, Jill?"
"Yeah. I just thought you might need it."
"I'm not *that* poor, dammit."
Jill noticed Chris' nose flared whenever he got mildly angry. 'He's so cute when he does that', she thought, innocently. Chris noticed Jill smiling.
"What?" said Chris, watching her put groceries away.
"What?"
"You're smiling."
Jill got impatient. "So?"
"Why?"
"Cuz you're wearing Sega-Mascot underwear."
Chris looked down and blushed. "This isnt the Ritz, Valentine." Jill just shook her head slowly, and said, "Hey, get back in bed. Your skinny body needs rest."
"Skinny?! I'm as buff as hell."
"When was the last time you were in a gym?"
Chris, of course, didnt want to admit the last time he was in a gym was when he was 13, so he just made a face, and commented on her wardrobe. "You've been wearing that tubetop ever since they nuked Raccoon City."
"What? You dont like it?" Jill said, looking down at her bustier.
Chris *certainly* didnt wanna say he enjoyed watching Jill walk around in that skin-tight, revealing outfit, and just said nothing. "Just go to bed, Chris."
Reluctantly, he did.