I'm not fond of this chapter…sorry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot. Quite unfortunate, no?
Jill's sleep-glazed eyes flew open wide as Carlos pressed his lips to hers. What
was this? She loved Chris; she definitely did NOT love Carlos. She liked him
well
enough, but this was NOT a friendly kiss. She forced her arms beneath his
shoulders,
and, despite her weakened state, she managed to push Carlos off her.
"Carlos? What on earth did you think you were doing?" she gasped. It had
cost
her a tremendous amount of effort to free herself.
"What did it look like? I was kissing you. I love you, Jill," he said
sincerely. He
hoped she believed him. He wasn't sure that he loved her, but hey, she was
beautiful.
Jill wasn't fooled. "Carlos, if you love someone, you don't force yourself
on them
while they're lying in bed, too weak to do anything! And, I'm sorry, but I don't
love you
back. Please, go bring me my portable phone. I want to make a telephone call,"
she
panted.
"No." The answer was so absolute that Jill gaped for several moments
before
recovering.
"What do you mean, 'no'?" she asked, eyeing Carlos apprehensively. "I want
my
phone. Please get it for me."
"No. You're not calling anyone. You're staying here, with me," Carlos
said,
crossing his arms over his chest.
An idea was slowly beginning to dawn on Jill. "I didn't get sick
naturally, did I?
You did something to me," she accused, pointing a finger at Carlos.
"Of course not. You got sick, and you're too weak to be making phone
calls. I
don't want you to get sicker than you already are," he said, gracefully covering
all his
slips.
A bemused expression crossed Jill's face. "You-you're telling the truth,
aren't
you?" she asked wonderingly.
"Of course I am. Why would I lie to you?" he asked, in his eyes a spark of
complete, childlike honesty that even he was not aware of.
"Well, in Raccoon City, I never was sure about you. But now…I think I
actually
believe you. I think I trust you," Jill said bewilderedly. Before now, the only
one she ever
felt she could trust was herself. Oh, and Chris. Chris!
"Carlos, could you call Chris for me and tell him what's going on? He must
be so
worried!" she asked, biting her lip slightly as she waited for his answer,
"Sure. No problem," Carlos replied. He turned and made his way out to the
hall.
"And I'll make something for you to eat, too," he called.
"Thanks," Jill murmured, but Carlos didn't catch it. Jill was already
submerged in
several unsettling thoughts. Did she really trust Carlos? Why would she feel
that way?
What did she really know about him? With Chris she had tackled a mansion full of
undead monsters, as well as human ones. With Carlos' occasional help, she had
tackled
an entire city overrun by them. But as she racked her brain, she realized that
she knew
absolutely nothing about him.
Meanwhile, Carlos passed right by the phone in the hall. Call Chris
Redfield?
Why would he do that? He'd insist on coming over, and Carlos did NOT want to see
Chris. He suspected that there was something between those two, and if he wanted
to
have any luck with Jill, then he would keep Chris as far away as possible.
As he cooked up some toast and bacon that he had found in the cabinet, he
took
from his pocket a small bag. Onto the toast he tipped a bit of white powder from
the bag,
then watched as the powder disappeared into the toast as he spread butter over
it. After
adding bacon to the platter, he brought it up to Jill, along with a glass on
orange juice.
"Oh, wow. This is really good!" Jill exclaimed as she bit into the bacon.
"Thanks," Carlos replied modestly. Well, what he considered modest, which
was
basically smug to normal people. He went out into the hall as Jill ate, and
leaned against
the wall outside her bedroom. How long would it be before he ran out of the
drug? Would
Jill fall in love with him before or after he ran out?
"Carlos?" He heard Jill call him, and he walked back into the room. "I'm
finished…actually, I think I feel well enough that I can bring it down myself!
It's
amazing what some food can do for you, huh?" she said amazedly as she climbed
out of
bed.
"No, Jill, maybe you should just stay in bed for a little while longer-"
Carlos
began to protest, but Jill barely heard him as she walked out of the room.
Great. Now
what would he do if she just collapsed on the kitchen floor? He followed her
down.
She was loading the plate into the dishwasher when they heard a knock at
the
door. "I'LL GET IT!" she yelled, and raced toward the door, nearly knocking
Carlos
over, but he caught her arm.
"What?" she asked, looking back at him.
"Do you want to answer the door in your PJs?" he asked, raising an
eyebrow.
"Oh, right! If it's for me, tell them to wait, all right?" she called as
she dashed up
the stairs.
Carlos walked over and yanked the door open. His eyes widened in surprise
and
dislike as he saw the person he wished on the other side of the earth.
"Carlos…is Jill here?" Chris asked confusedly, holding a bouquet of
flowers in
one hand.
"Yes. She's sick," Carlos answered shortly.
"And you're here…why?" Chris queried.
"She got sick during our date last night and I'm taking care of her,"
Carlos
replied, trying to end the conversation. "She's bedridden. I can give those to
her for you
if you like."
"Why can't I see her?" Chris wanted to know, when suddenly what Carlos had
said hit Chris. Their date…Carlos and Jill were dating. What an idiot he'd been,
thinking
Jill would like him! Of course she'd rather have Carlos! What woman wouldn't?
"Actually…never mind. You can give these to her…I'll see you later," Chris
said
dejectedly. He handed the bouquet to Carlos and turned around, hearing the door
to Jill's
house close behind him for, what he thought, the last time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot. Quite unfortunate, no?
Jill's sleep-glazed eyes flew open wide as Carlos pressed his lips to hers. What
was this? She loved Chris; she definitely did NOT love Carlos. She liked him
well
enough, but this was NOT a friendly kiss. She forced her arms beneath his
shoulders,
and, despite her weakened state, she managed to push Carlos off her.
"Carlos? What on earth did you think you were doing?" she gasped. It had
cost
her a tremendous amount of effort to free herself.
"What did it look like? I was kissing you. I love you, Jill," he said
sincerely. He
hoped she believed him. He wasn't sure that he loved her, but hey, she was
beautiful.
Jill wasn't fooled. "Carlos, if you love someone, you don't force yourself
on them
while they're lying in bed, too weak to do anything! And, I'm sorry, but I don't
love you
back. Please, go bring me my portable phone. I want to make a telephone call,"
she
panted.
"No." The answer was so absolute that Jill gaped for several moments
before
recovering.
"What do you mean, 'no'?" she asked, eyeing Carlos apprehensively. "I want
my
phone. Please get it for me."
"No. You're not calling anyone. You're staying here, with me," Carlos
said,
crossing his arms over his chest.
An idea was slowly beginning to dawn on Jill. "I didn't get sick
naturally, did I?
You did something to me," she accused, pointing a finger at Carlos.
"Of course not. You got sick, and you're too weak to be making phone
calls. I
don't want you to get sicker than you already are," he said, gracefully covering
all his
slips.
A bemused expression crossed Jill's face. "You-you're telling the truth,
aren't
you?" she asked wonderingly.
"Of course I am. Why would I lie to you?" he asked, in his eyes a spark of
complete, childlike honesty that even he was not aware of.
"Well, in Raccoon City, I never was sure about you. But now…I think I
actually
believe you. I think I trust you," Jill said bewilderedly. Before now, the only
one she ever
felt she could trust was herself. Oh, and Chris. Chris!
"Carlos, could you call Chris for me and tell him what's going on? He must
be so
worried!" she asked, biting her lip slightly as she waited for his answer,
"Sure. No problem," Carlos replied. He turned and made his way out to the
hall.
"And I'll make something for you to eat, too," he called.
"Thanks," Jill murmured, but Carlos didn't catch it. Jill was already
submerged in
several unsettling thoughts. Did she really trust Carlos? Why would she feel
that way?
What did she really know about him? With Chris she had tackled a mansion full of
undead monsters, as well as human ones. With Carlos' occasional help, she had
tackled
an entire city overrun by them. But as she racked her brain, she realized that
she knew
absolutely nothing about him.
Meanwhile, Carlos passed right by the phone in the hall. Call Chris
Redfield?
Why would he do that? He'd insist on coming over, and Carlos did NOT want to see
Chris. He suspected that there was something between those two, and if he wanted
to
have any luck with Jill, then he would keep Chris as far away as possible.
As he cooked up some toast and bacon that he had found in the cabinet, he
took
from his pocket a small bag. Onto the toast he tipped a bit of white powder from
the bag,
then watched as the powder disappeared into the toast as he spread butter over
it. After
adding bacon to the platter, he brought it up to Jill, along with a glass on
orange juice.
"Oh, wow. This is really good!" Jill exclaimed as she bit into the bacon.
"Thanks," Carlos replied modestly. Well, what he considered modest, which
was
basically smug to normal people. He went out into the hall as Jill ate, and
leaned against
the wall outside her bedroom. How long would it be before he ran out of the
drug? Would
Jill fall in love with him before or after he ran out?
"Carlos?" He heard Jill call him, and he walked back into the room. "I'm
finished…actually, I think I feel well enough that I can bring it down myself!
It's
amazing what some food can do for you, huh?" she said amazedly as she climbed
out of
bed.
"No, Jill, maybe you should just stay in bed for a little while longer-"
Carlos
began to protest, but Jill barely heard him as she walked out of the room.
Great. Now
what would he do if she just collapsed on the kitchen floor? He followed her
down.
She was loading the plate into the dishwasher when they heard a knock at
the
door. "I'LL GET IT!" she yelled, and raced toward the door, nearly knocking
Carlos
over, but he caught her arm.
"What?" she asked, looking back at him.
"Do you want to answer the door in your PJs?" he asked, raising an
eyebrow.
"Oh, right! If it's for me, tell them to wait, all right?" she called as
she dashed up
the stairs.
Carlos walked over and yanked the door open. His eyes widened in surprise
and
dislike as he saw the person he wished on the other side of the earth.
"Carlos…is Jill here?" Chris asked confusedly, holding a bouquet of
flowers in
one hand.
"Yes. She's sick," Carlos answered shortly.
"And you're here…why?" Chris queried.
"She got sick during our date last night and I'm taking care of her,"
Carlos
replied, trying to end the conversation. "She's bedridden. I can give those to
her for you
if you like."
"Why can't I see her?" Chris wanted to know, when suddenly what Carlos had
said hit Chris. Their date…Carlos and Jill were dating. What an idiot he'd been,
thinking
Jill would like him! Of course she'd rather have Carlos! What woman wouldn't?
"Actually…never mind. You can give these to her…I'll see you later," Chris
said
dejectedly. He handed the bouquet to Carlos and turned around, hearing the door
to Jill's
house close behind him for, what he thought, the last time.