The lights dimmed as if it were a play, she had only wished it was. Looking down she cradled Claire in her arms. They had been through so much together which begged the question: Why? Why now, why after all these years? Just a simple bullet wound, an accident. Friendly fire wasn't so friendly when it took the life of someone you loved deeply.

"S-stay with me…" Her voice cracked, an agonizing pain was felt in her chest. "You're not leaving me, Redfield. Not now, not ever." It was a demand, one that fell on deaf ears.

"Our time comes eventually." Claire's voice was still strong, and sounded like that of an angel's. "Guess my time is now." Her hand rose to touch the still very youthful face of the others. They had never shared their secret, their feelings, and the very thing that could have made their bond even stronger.

"No." The medic held her hand on her face; it was growing colder each second. Death was coming to take her friend, her love, her sanity. Squeezing Claire's hand tight, she gave it soft kisses, then pulled the redhead up to her. "I love you. I never told you…I should have before…" Rebecca was interrupted by Claire's lips meeting hers, a final kiss, the seal of love and death in one intimate gesture. She held the kiss as if she were holding onto Claire's life, trying to lengthen the process but it was to no avail. Her body fell limp in Rebecca's arms.

"C-claire?" She shook her body, panic setting in. For the first time in fifteen years she was alone, without her. "Claire!" She cried out, but there was no answer, no smartass comment from the younger Redfield sibling to calm down. She was gone, her hero, her savior; her everything. She held her body tight, sobbing in the darkness. Minutes passed, then hours. No amount of time would take the pain away, nothing she could do would bring Claire back to life.