Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. I merely own this story.
Authors Note: I apologize for the last chapter, I was nervous about writing it and I honestly thought cutting it off before anything really happened still left some mystery between the two. So here is the next chapter. Enjoy!
A heavy sweat plagued Jill's suddenly awoken body. Her vision was blurry from sitting up so suddenly. A relieved sigh escaped her lips, she had luckily woken up before she remembered anything too vivid. Jill attempted to wipe the wetness from her forehead, only to find she had been restrained. Her arm had been handcuffed to the railing of a hospital bed. She looked around confused of her surroundings, heart racing. She seemed to be in the clinic of the facility, but why was she handcuffed to the bed?
"Mr. Wesker did it." Jill jumped at the sound of Dr. McLean's voice. "He said it was for your own good."
"How considerate of him." Her voice was thick with sarcasm. She flopped her head back into the pillow, allowing her body to relax.
"I'm sorry." Dr. Mclean held his head low, as if at a funeral. "I let you go without an escort, I had hoped you would have escaped, but Mr. Wesker came here after, he found out I had let you leave on your own. It's my fault."
Jill smiled softly at him, "It's all right. I don't blame you." Her eyes trailed off to the machine monitoring her heart. The constant beep-beep-beep unnerved her. "I should have known better than to think I could escape with Wesker so close."
He kept his head low. "There's more." Jill's ears perked up. "He knows about your rapid healing rate. We're going to perform some tests tomorrow."
Jill kept a straight face, "How did he find out?"
He pointed to the machines on Jill's right. "He noticed it on the machines. His exact words were 'Well, isn't this something.'"
That was it. She didn't know what, but she did know that something horrible was going to come out of this. There was only one thing she could do; not let Wesker see her fear. "I see."
He walked to sit in the chair adjacent to her bed. His elbows now rested in his knees as he leaned forward to speak. "I don't know where you came from, or why Mr. Wesker is insisting on keeping you here," Jill looked away, "but I do know that as your doctor, I will try to keep you as comfortable as I possibly can."
Jill placed her free hand on his, "Thank you." In the short time Jill had been there, it seemed she had managed to make an acquaintance, if not a friend. She welcomed the comfort of friendship, it helped her cope with the feeling of being completely alone here.
He smiled at her, his aged face wrinkling with the tugging at his face. He placed her hand back in her bed. "I have to go now, I'll be back later to check on you."
Jill nodded.
After he left Jill gave into weakness. She was pathetic, being stuck in this bed, unable to leave. Tomorrow Wesker would come back, she would be forced to remember their 'physical encounters'. He would notice from the redness in her cheeks, he would point it out making Jill feel like the size of an ant.
She lied there, staring at the washed out ceiling. Her thoughts wandered, it was something she did far to much. With Jill being constantly left alone her only company was the sound of her own breathing, though this time she was trapped listening to the monotone beep of the heart monitor. Jill didn't want to sleep, that was all she did. She would go to the clinic, return to her room, watch television, then sleep. It was her pathetic daily routine.
Her body seemed to continuously contradict her mind. She would think one thing, but her body would resist leaving Jill in a state of turmoil. She had come to accept this, it seemed that it was the only thing Jill could rely on to be constant.
With her body weary and exhausted, Jill gave into the sleep that had been grabbing at her for far too long.
Empty. Nothing. Where was she? There was nothing in sight, only the dirtied ground. She could barely see anything, it all blended together. It was unsettling.
"Jill!" A voice. It was fuzzy. It was far away, Jill couldn't comprehend who it was. She ran. She ran as fast as she could towards the voice. She ran until she couldn't breathe. The voice called her name over and over. It rung in her ears. She could now see a figure in the distance, it called for her, it's arms outstretched. It was Chris! He had come! The brunette woman sprinted towards her partner, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Jill could now see the features of his face, he was so close. She leaped forward, hoping to be embraced by his large arms. Instead, she saw his eyes widen in disbelief and horror. She turned to find Wesker standing behind her, a triumphal smirk plastered on his face.
Jill felt herself being ripped away from Chris, she reached out to grab onto him. Only their fingers lightly brushed. Her body was constrained by Weskers arm, it held her in place against his own body. She squirmed in any way she could, kicking, arching her back, slamming her head against his chest. Anything to bring distance between them. Her efforts resulted in Wesker tightening his grip on her. The air squeezed out of her lungs, her vision going blurry. Jill didn't give up.
"Jill stop." Wesker ordered.
Jill stopped. Why did she stop? She didn't want to stop. She attempted to regain control of her body, she failed. What was happening?
Wesker huffed in victory. "Good girl Jill." He placed his hand on her face, turning it so she could face Chris, who was motionless. She could feel the cool metal of the handgun in Weskers hand against her face. "Now watch."
Jill watched, she tried not to. She tried to close her eyes as tight as possible. She couldn't. She felt her blood run cold. It all happened in slow motion. The clicking of the trigger dragged on, it was followed by the pounding sound that came from the gun firing. She watched the bullet leave the gun, the air parting for it. Jill stared at Chris's eyes, they were wide with fear and pain. Jill opened her mouth to scream his name, hoping he might move just in time if she did, but no sound came out. She stood there opened mouth, tears now pouring down her cheeks.
"Jill…" Chris whispered. It was the last thing he said before the bullet pierced his chest. He fell to the ground with a heavy thump. His body twitched on the ground, struggling to hold on for life. It pained Jill to see him like that. A pool of crimson blood began to form beneath him. It seeped into the ground, forever staining it a vibrant red. After a long breathe left his lungs, he stopped moving. Everything went silent. Jill wanted to scream, she wanted to kill Wesker. She wanted to rip that gun out of his hands and waste all the bullets on his pathetic head. She wanted to watch him scream in pain, see him feel all the grief he had caused her over the years.
The silence was broken. A menacing laugh erupted from behind Jill. It angered Jill even more, he had just done something that cruel and yet he was laughing. Wesker leaned in close, his lips rested on her ear, "You're mine now. You'll always be mine. No one will be able to take you away from me. I own you."
A dream. It was all a dream. Chris was still alive and Jill was still in America. No. That wasn't right. Chris was still alive but Jill was trapped by Wesker. Yes. That was how it was. That was how it was going to be. At least Chris was safe.
Jill looked at her surroundings. They were still the same as before, a small hospital room inside the clinic, though something seemed different from before. That's right, Jill had tried to escape. Wesker had caught her, he beat her. She had managed to make her way back to the clinic on her own. No. Wesker had found her 'passed out' half way to the clinic then carried her there. She had been awake. He had carried her to the clinic, where Dr. Mclean helped her. That was what happened.
She was groggy, how long had she been out? Her entire body felt stiff. She was tired, though she was pretty sure that she had just been sleeping for a fairly long time.
Something wasn't right. Her handcuff had been on her left arm the night before, hadn't it? Now it was on her right arm. What was going on? Was she going crazy? No, she couldn't be. She must've just been really tired the night before.
She opened her mouth to speak, her voice didn't seem to be working. Her mouth was dry, she needed water. "H-h-hello?" She managed out. Her voice was raspy. What was going on?
No answer. At least not at first. Footsteps. Dr. Mclean entered the room, Styrofoam cup in hand. "Jill!" He looked at her, completely dumbfounded. "You're awake?"
Jill nodded, her neck sore. He looked different, older. Just how long had Jill been sleeping. "Can I get some water?"
He nodded hastily. "O-of course!" He disappeared out of the room, swiftly returning with a paper cup filled with water. "Here."
"Thanks." Jill took the cup with her free hand. Her arm was shaky, to the point that she spilled some of the water on herself. Jill stared at her unstable arm. Why was it so hard for her to move her arm? "What's going on?" Dr. Mclean looked away. He stayed silent for a moment, Jill continued. "Why am I in a different room? Why is it so hard for me to move my arm?"
Dr. Mclean gulped, "It's a long story. I don't know if I can tell you."
Jill raised an eyebrow, her voice low, "Why not?"
"Wesker might not want me too."
Since when did he refer to Wesker as Wesker? He always called him Mr. Wesker. "Where is he?"
Silence. "I have to go." He turned to leave, leaving Jill completely alone again.
"Wait!" She called after him. He didn't come back. She was left once again left alone to her thoughts, the familiar beeping of the heart monitor next to her still present. Why wasn't he saying anything? Something was different with him. He seemed even more scared of Wesker than before.
Jill's eyes drifted down to her now limp arm. It had an unusually pale complexion. She hadn't always been that pale, had she? No. Her skin was almost a ghostly white, almost all pigmentation was lost.
Finally, Jill had come to the conclusion that she had been out for a lot longer than just a night. The only thing she didn't understand was why?
Dr. Mclean returned twenty minutes later, his aged face now more relaxed. "I have to check your vitals."
"Where did you go?"
Silence. He merely proceeded to check her vitals. "Your pulse is steady. Your temperature seems fine, respiratory rate is normal and your blood pressure also seems normal. Overall your condition is nothing to worry about."
Jill cocked her head, "Why wouldn't my condition be fine? Did you perform the blood tests yet?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"And?"
He walked away to write something down on a nearby clipboard, completely avoiding Jill's words.
She huffed in annoyance. His sudden change in attitude was agitating. The 'previous' night, he had said he would makes things as comfortable as possible for her. What caused the change of heart?
Jill attempted to sit up completely. Her back ached at the movement. Everything ached when Jill really thought about it, everything felt stiff. When she actually really, really thought about it, Jill realized that her new wounds from Wesker were no longer present. Her skin was perfect, in a sense.
She didn't bother with asking him anything else, it seemed he wasn't going to say anything to her. She sat there, waiting for him to either leave or say something to her. He did say something.
"Wesker will be coming in soon."
Jill pursed her lips. "Great," her voice was laced with heavy sarcasm.
"I figured you would be happier to see me Jill."
Jill furrowed her brow at his sudden entrance. Something was different about him. The way he held himself was different, his posture seemed more arrogant that before, as if he managed to think of himself even more highly. He stood in the doorway, starring at Jill, an amused smirk plastered on his face.
"What?" She snarled at him.
"Oh nothing. You'll find out in due time."
Jill rolled her eyes. Now she was defiantly outraged. She didn't know what was going on at all. Nobody seemed to be telling her anything. Maybe if she knew what was really going on she wouldn't be so agitated.
"All her vitals are normal, nothing is wrong." Dr. Mclean clarified.
Wesker nodded in acknowledgment. "Good. You may leave."
Dr. Mclean bowed his head slightly. He glanced at Jill, eyes full of shame. Though he didn't say it, Jill could tell he meant he was sorry.
Wesker waited for him to leave before speaking. "How're you feeling?" Small talk. That was something Wesker usually didn't do. Beating around the bush was never his style.
Jill played along anyways. "Fine." Her voice was stern, a cover up for her actual soreness. She would never let him know though.
Wesker paced across the room, hands clasped behind his back. "You're probably confused, you've figured out that something isn't right." Jill nodded. "Let's just say things are very different from the last time you woke up."
Jill dared to ask a question, "How long was I asleep for?"
Wesker turned to her, "Oh, about a year." His tone showed how amused he was with this.
Jill's eyes widened with disbelief. She couldn't have been. Could she? "A whole year!"
"That's not even the best part."
Jill raised an eyebrow. "What's the best part?" She wasn't so sure if she wanted to know.
Wesker wagged a finger at her, "All in due time my dear. we'll discuss all of this another time. Now be a good girl and wait here while I go and get something important ready."
Jill sneered at him when his back was turned. Now he was treating her as if she was a child, or a dog. What exactly was he 'getting ready'? She was getting antsy now. Being trapped in this bed was driving her crazy. The fact that she had just learned that she had been out for a whole year was a lot to take in. Had she been in a comma or something? What had happened in that year? What had she missed? Her heart sunk in a sudden realization, she had been there for a whole year, that meant that Chris had never come for her. He probably thought she was dead. Oh god, she hoped he wasn't a mess.
"Jill." Dr. Mclean walked back into her room. "I'm sorry. You deserve to at least know what happened that night. I can't tell you anymore though."
Jill nodded. Knowing at least that much would be somewhat rewarding.
"Well after you fell back asleep Wesker came in…"
Wesker barged into the clinic, startling Dr. Mclean who was sitting at a small table, coffee in his hand.
"Mr. Wesker? Jill's sleeping. The tests aren't scheduled for another four hours." Dr. Mclean's voice was shaky with slight fear.
Wesker turned to him, "I came to make things easier on everyone. You, me and Jill here." He proceeded to pull out a syringe from his coat pocket.
"What are you planning on doing?"
"Just giving her an injection that will keep her unconscious for the next few days."
Dr. Mclean widened his eyes. "What? Why?"
He could feel Wesker narrow his eyes at him from behind the intimidating sunglasses. "It will make things easier on everyone if Jill is unconscious. She has a track record for escaping at any possible chance. Everything will go smoothly if she isn't aware what is going on." Wesker clarified. "Is that understandable?"
Dr. Mclean nodded. "Yes sir. I understand."
"Good. I will be back to perform the tests. I wish to see the results firsthand."
Wesker looked at Jill's sleeping face, her eyelids twitching. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her still face. "My dear foolish Jill." He whispered, not loud enough for Dr. Mclean to hear him. He pushed the syringe into her arm, her face twitched at the contact. Her eyes opened slightly.
"Wesker…" She murmured, obviously still asleep. He wondered what type of dream she was having, the look on her face told him she wasn't enjoying it.
Wesker left the clinic without a single word.
Dr. Mclean sighed, he knew this wasn't going to end well.
"..And that's what happened." He of course didn't say anything about Wesker brushing the hair out of her face, she most likely wouldn't want to hear that.
Jill nodded. "I see. What happened after that? What happened with my blood tests."
He shook his head, "I can't say. Wesker will tell you all of that later on."
Jill nodded again, "Well thank you for telling me that much."
He smiled. "You're welcome."
Jill propped up her pillow with her free hand. Leaning back into the pillow, Jill relaxed. Even with being unconscious for a year, Jill still felt drowsy. She truly hoped Wesker would tell her what exactly happened.
Authors Note: I dunno. I'm not sure if I'm happy with this chapter really. I'll post it for now, though I might change it later. I'm kinda tired now so I might post a more in depth A/N later.
