A startled Christopher Redfield opened up his eyes after feeling Jill
go limp in his arms. "Jill!" he cried out with worry. "Come on, this
isn't funny. You don't have to pretend to faint just to avoid kissing me,"
he said nervously after a second of silence. He never thought he'd
actually wish for Jill to reject him, but that was better than the
alternative of her being seriously ill. However, after Jill's unmoving
body failed to respond to him, he picked her up and carried her back to the
couch she had been resting on before.
"Come on, Jill, wake up," he pleaded, slapping her cheeks lightly while kneeling on the ground.
"What's going on?" Claire called out, walking into the room hand-in- hand with Leon.
"Jill fainted," Chris answered tensely.
"Oh man, is she all right?" Leon asked with alarm.
"Don't know. Get Becky," was the only reply Chris gave. *Should I take her to the hospital?* Chris wondered.
Claire ran out of the room, looking for the young medic. Leon just stood where he was, paralyzed with helplessness. "That's it, I'm taking her to the hospital," Chris announced. A few moments later, just as Chris was about to pick up Jill, her brown eyes opened. She blinked, adjusting to her surroundings, and noticed Chris staring at her intently.
"Wow, deja vu," she chuckled lightly. How many times today did her eyes open to the sight of Chris Redfield? Not that she minded. *In fact, maybe I should try and sleep on the couch more often...* she thought.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked her tenderly, interrupting her thoughts.
Jill was a little started by the question, as well as his tone of voice. She then noticed Leon standing a couple of feet away from her, looking on with concern. Then it all hit her- the dance, the kiss, well the almost kiss, and her little fainting spell. "I'm fine," she said, trying to shrug it off. She gave Chris a sheepish smile and started to sit up, but Chris was having none of that.
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down, gently but firmly. "Lay down," he ordered. Jill grudgingly complied, but cheered up when Chris kept his arms on her shoulders. Hearing a rush of footsteps, she looked up to see a frantic Claire and Rebecca rushing to her side.
"Jill, are you all right?" Rebecca asked. Before giving Jill a chance to answer she pushed Chris aside, felt Jill's forehead for warmth, and shoved a thermometer in Jill's mouth.
Bubbling with laughter, Jill took the thermometer and out her mouth and smiled at Rebecca. "Becky, I'm okay. Somebody has just been overreacting," she said, staring at Chris with amusement.
The hilarity Jill felt, though, was not shared by Chris. He didn't find anything funny about the situation. "I wasn't overreacting. You passed out for absolutely no reason. In fact, I'm taking you to the hospital. Now."
"I'm not going anywhere. I just haven't been feeling well lately. Besides, we've all been under a lot of stress from not getting any good leads on Umbrella. My body just handles it worse than the rest of you," Jill reasoned.
"She's right," Rebecca admitted hesitantly. "In some cases, depending on the person, overstressing can cause extreme symptoms, such as fainting." Chris gave her a glare that made her wish she kept her mouth shut, and Jill smiled triumphantly.
"Or," Claire played devil's advocate, "you can be really sick, and the more you resist getting checked out, the worse you're going to get." She hoped that wasn't the case, but Jill was her friend and if something was wrong, it would be best to find out about it as soon as possible.
"She's right," Leon added. "It couldn't hurt for you to get checked out. If nothing's wrong, you can say 'I told you so,' and rub it in our faces to your heart's content. But if there is something wrong, don't you think you should know about it?"
"Then it's settled," Chris stated just as Jill was opening her mouth to protest. "Your going to the doctor. Tomorrow. And that's final."
"Yes mom," Jill mocked. After getting a warning glare from Chris, she relented. "Okay, okay. I'll go and see the doctor tomorrow. Happy?"
Everyone seemed satisfied and soon they all went back to whatever they had been doing before, leaving Chris and Jill alone in the room. Chris helped Jill up from the couch and the pair just stood around awkwardly. Jill cleared her throat and said, "Well, I guess I'll be headed for my room then."
Chris gave her a curt nod and mumbled a 'goodnight.' As Jill was walking away, however, he couldn't resist the urge to stop her. "Jill, wait," he called out. She turned and looked at him expectantly.
*Great, now what am I going to say?* he wondered. *I should tell her that I love her. I should tell her that I was upset that we didn't get to kiss. I should say how terrified I was when she fainted in my arms.* "Uh, I'm really glad you're going to the doctor tomorrow," he stated lamely and looked down at the ground. *Wuss,* he thought to himself.
Jill was disappointed. She thought that maybe he would say something about their unfinished kiss. Instead he only brought up the stupid doctor. *Oh, give him a break about the kiss thing, Jill. He was probably just wrapped up in the moment, because of the song and everything.* "Well, I'm glad your glad," she commented, not knowing what to say. Sighing, Jill turned back around and finished the trek to her room.
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The next morning, Jill trotted into the kitchen, dressed and refreshed. Claire was already sitting down at the table, putting jam on a piece of toast. As Jill toasted her own bread, she noticed that Claire had been repeatedly moving her knife back and forth on the same spot, as if she was distracted by something. In fact, Jill didn't even think Claire noticed that she was in the room yet.
"Good morning, Claire," Jill greeted.
Her friend looked up slowly. "Morning," she muttered softly in reply.
"Is something wrong?" Jill inquired.
"Why would you think something is wrong?" Claire asked defensively.
Jill put her hands on her hips. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're about to burn a whole through the bread from spreading jam on the same spot over and over and over and over and over-"
"Okay, okay, you're right," Claire gave in. "Something is bothering me."
Taking a seat next to Claire, Jill asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Well...I was just...I was thinking about Steve," Claire let out slowly, with a little crack in her voice.
"Oh...I'm sorry," Jill told her, unsure of what to say. Comforting people wasn't a skill that Jill had much experience with. She took a look at Claire's forlorn face, and decided to ask her a personal question. "You loved him, didn't you?"
Claire looked down at the table, and too overcome with emotion to answer with words, she simply nodded. After a few moments, she looked and Jill and said, "Don't get me wrong, I love Leon too. I love him more than anything and I'm glad that we're going to get married. It's just that...well...I still think of Steve. Everyday. I think of the way he died. And sometimes, I feel so guilty for moving on. Not that we ever had a chance to really develop anything, but I know that he cared about me. I just wish...I wish that he didn't have to die. Even if we couldn't be together, it would be so much easier to move on if he wasn't...dead."
Jill squeezed Claire's shoulder, trying to provide some reassurance. "I know that this must be really hard for you. I hope that someday you'll stop feeling guilty for moving on, because you know Steve would want you to do that. But until then, just remember how lucky you are to have the love of 'the boy wonder.' "
That response brought about a little laugh from Claire. "Thanks, Jill. You're right you know. I really am lucky to have such a great guy like Leon."
"Did I hear my name?" Leon asked, just heading into the kitchen at the moment. He was muffling a yawn with one hand and scratching his butt with another.
Claire gave a disapproving look at Leon's vulgar gesture and then looked at Jill. They both burst out laughing. "Never mind. Forget I said anything," she told Jill.
Leon just looked at the two girls and shrugged. He grabbed some milk from the fridge and drank out of the carton before putting it back. After giving Claire a little kiss, he noticed Jill's abandoned toast in the toaster, grabbed it, and said, "Later." With that, Leon was gone.
"Now what are we going to do with that boy?" Jill asked, but Claire was simply staring after him with adoring eyes. *I'll never understand those two,* Jill decided. She was going to go make some more toast, but then remembered that she was supposed to go to the doctor. *I shouldn't eat, incase the doctor wants to get blood work done. Oh well.*
"I'll see you later, Claire," Jill called out and walked out of the room. Then she saw Chris standing by the door with his jacket on. The leather jacket with the phrase "Made In Heaven" on it. *Yummy,* Jill reflected. She loved that jacket. "Going somewhere?"
"I'm taking you to the doctor," Chris replied nonchalantly.
Jill laughed. "Calm down, Chris. I haven't even made the appointment yet. I don't even know if the doctor will be able to fit me in."
"I took care of it," he informed her. "You're appointment is in fifteen minutes, so let's go."
Jill shot Chris an irritated look. "When are you going to stop treating me like I'm five-years old?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The past few weeks, you've been treating me as if I'm some fragile little baby. You're so overbearing sometimes that I just can't take it!" Jill exclaimed in frustration. She regretted the words immediately after she said them, especially when a flash of hurt shot across Chris's eyes.
Chris looked down at the ground. "I'm just...I worry about you, that's all. I care about you, Jill, and if anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I'd do."
*Oh great, make me feel worse by saying something so incredibly sweet like that,* Jill thought. She grabbed the sides of his jacket and looked up into his eyes. "Chris, I care about you too, you know that. But you also know that I can take care of myself. I've been on my own for a long time."
"I know, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?" he asked, flashing her his cutest smile.
"You know I can't stay mad at you, you jerk," she laughed. "And I'm sorry about yelling at you before, I didn't mean it. However, I am going to the doctor alone, thank you very much."
Chris was about to protest, but realized that Jill would only get more mad at him, so he decided to keep his mouth shut. "Fine. But you better actually go."
"Want me to bring a doctor's note?" Jill asked with fake sweetness.
"Very funny. Now get out of here, Valentine," he directed and playfully slapped her ass.
"You better watch it, Redfield," she bantered back. Grabbing her jacket, she winked at Chris and walked out of the door.
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*Dammit, how long does it take to get blood work done?* Jill wondered impatiently. She felt like she had been at the doctor's for hours. In fact, she Ihad/I been at the doctor's for hours. The waiting room was empty, and Jill had looked over every magazine in the office at least twice.
Finally, a young woman opened the door and said, "Ms. Valentine? The doctor is ready to see you again. You can go straight to Doctor Hart's office this time."
Jill smiled at the woman and walked into the doctor's office. Doctor Hart, a man of about fifty-five, was waiting for her at his desk. "Jill, have a seat please," he offered. She sat down across from him and waited nervously. "I'm sorry that took so long. We found something most unusual with your blood at the lab. I'm not sure at this point if it's good or bad, but it might be the reason for some of the symptoms you've been encountering recently."
"What is it?" Jill asked worriedly. *Maybe my friends were right when they said that I was really sick.*
"Well, it seems as if your blood cells are...mutating, so to speak."
Jill paled. "Mutating? What do you mean by that?"
"It's hard to explain. It's almost as if the cells are decaying. Not dying, just decaying."
"What's causing it?" Jill wondered.
The doctor shook his head. "I wish I could tell you, Jill. The truth is, I've never encountered anything like this before. I did notice, however, that the cells seem to be rejecting some form of medication. Have you been taking any medication lately? Or perhaps, a vaccine? Maybe even...well, to be quite frank, have you taken drugs?"
At first, Jill couldn't think of anything. Besides maybe some Advil once and a while, she hardly every took medication, and she certainly never did drugs. Then, she suddenly had a realization. *Oh, God no. The T- virus vaccination. The doctor said my cells were decaying. What if....what if I'm-* she refused to keep on that line of thinking. "Uh, about I year ago, I had a vaccination for, uh, the flu."
The doctor looked thoughtful. "If these were flu-like tendencies of the blood, I might say that the vaccination simply stopped working. But the flu is hardly strong enough to eat away at the immune system continuously enough to wear out a vaccination. Besides, this blood mutation isn't a symptom of the flu."
Jill felt her heart fall to the ground. *Oh God. It all makes sense now. The flu may not be strong enough to eat at one's immune system long enough to outlast a vaccination, but I'm sure the T-virus is. And mutating, decaying, whatever you want to call it, that is definitely a symptom of the T-virus. The process is probably just going slower than usual because of the vaccination. Oh God, how could this be happening?*
"I'd like to take further tests to see if we can figure out exactly what's happening to you."
"No thank you, Doctor Hart, that won't be necessary," Jill replied briskly.
"Miss Valentine, I highly recommend that-"
"I said, it won't be needed," Jill stressed forcefully. "I'm sure whatever it is will heal itself on its on right. You said yourself, you didn't know if it was necessarily bad."
"Yes, but-"
"Goodbye, Doctor Hart, thank you for fitting me in," Jill said and left the room quickly. Once out of the office, Jill ran as fast as she could until she was out of the building. She respired heavily and leaned against the wall. "Okay, calm down," she told herself. But she knew that wasn't possible. She was dying. Not only was she dying, in fact, but also she was turning into a zombie. A horrible, hideous creature. This was worse than when she was infected in Raccoon City. At least there, she only had a couple hours at most to think about it. Who knew how long she'd have to think about her fate now. Days? Weeks? Maybe months? One thing was for sure, though. She needed to clear her head. Jill got into her car and drove as far away from the building and her fate as possible.
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were right when you said
All that glitters isn't gold
You were right when you said
All we are is dust in the wind
You were right when you said
We are all just bricks in the wall
And when you said manic depression's
A frustrating mess
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were right when you said
You can't always get what you want
You were right when you said
It's a hard rain's gonna fall
You were right when you said
We're still running against the wind
And life goes on long after
The thrill of living is gone
You were right when you said
This is the end
Do you ever think about it?
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*Song credit â€" "You Were Right" by Built to Spill
So, Jill is still infected with the T-virus. How will she react? Will she tell her friends what's going on? Will she admit to Chris how she feels before it's too late? Will her conversation with Claire have an impact on her actions? Read on to find out :). And please review to let me know if I should keep going!
"Come on, Jill, wake up," he pleaded, slapping her cheeks lightly while kneeling on the ground.
"What's going on?" Claire called out, walking into the room hand-in- hand with Leon.
"Jill fainted," Chris answered tensely.
"Oh man, is she all right?" Leon asked with alarm.
"Don't know. Get Becky," was the only reply Chris gave. *Should I take her to the hospital?* Chris wondered.
Claire ran out of the room, looking for the young medic. Leon just stood where he was, paralyzed with helplessness. "That's it, I'm taking her to the hospital," Chris announced. A few moments later, just as Chris was about to pick up Jill, her brown eyes opened. She blinked, adjusting to her surroundings, and noticed Chris staring at her intently.
"Wow, deja vu," she chuckled lightly. How many times today did her eyes open to the sight of Chris Redfield? Not that she minded. *In fact, maybe I should try and sleep on the couch more often...* she thought.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked her tenderly, interrupting her thoughts.
Jill was a little started by the question, as well as his tone of voice. She then noticed Leon standing a couple of feet away from her, looking on with concern. Then it all hit her- the dance, the kiss, well the almost kiss, and her little fainting spell. "I'm fine," she said, trying to shrug it off. She gave Chris a sheepish smile and started to sit up, but Chris was having none of that.
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down, gently but firmly. "Lay down," he ordered. Jill grudgingly complied, but cheered up when Chris kept his arms on her shoulders. Hearing a rush of footsteps, she looked up to see a frantic Claire and Rebecca rushing to her side.
"Jill, are you all right?" Rebecca asked. Before giving Jill a chance to answer she pushed Chris aside, felt Jill's forehead for warmth, and shoved a thermometer in Jill's mouth.
Bubbling with laughter, Jill took the thermometer and out her mouth and smiled at Rebecca. "Becky, I'm okay. Somebody has just been overreacting," she said, staring at Chris with amusement.
The hilarity Jill felt, though, was not shared by Chris. He didn't find anything funny about the situation. "I wasn't overreacting. You passed out for absolutely no reason. In fact, I'm taking you to the hospital. Now."
"I'm not going anywhere. I just haven't been feeling well lately. Besides, we've all been under a lot of stress from not getting any good leads on Umbrella. My body just handles it worse than the rest of you," Jill reasoned.
"She's right," Rebecca admitted hesitantly. "In some cases, depending on the person, overstressing can cause extreme symptoms, such as fainting." Chris gave her a glare that made her wish she kept her mouth shut, and Jill smiled triumphantly.
"Or," Claire played devil's advocate, "you can be really sick, and the more you resist getting checked out, the worse you're going to get." She hoped that wasn't the case, but Jill was her friend and if something was wrong, it would be best to find out about it as soon as possible.
"She's right," Leon added. "It couldn't hurt for you to get checked out. If nothing's wrong, you can say 'I told you so,' and rub it in our faces to your heart's content. But if there is something wrong, don't you think you should know about it?"
"Then it's settled," Chris stated just as Jill was opening her mouth to protest. "Your going to the doctor. Tomorrow. And that's final."
"Yes mom," Jill mocked. After getting a warning glare from Chris, she relented. "Okay, okay. I'll go and see the doctor tomorrow. Happy?"
Everyone seemed satisfied and soon they all went back to whatever they had been doing before, leaving Chris and Jill alone in the room. Chris helped Jill up from the couch and the pair just stood around awkwardly. Jill cleared her throat and said, "Well, I guess I'll be headed for my room then."
Chris gave her a curt nod and mumbled a 'goodnight.' As Jill was walking away, however, he couldn't resist the urge to stop her. "Jill, wait," he called out. She turned and looked at him expectantly.
*Great, now what am I going to say?* he wondered. *I should tell her that I love her. I should tell her that I was upset that we didn't get to kiss. I should say how terrified I was when she fainted in my arms.* "Uh, I'm really glad you're going to the doctor tomorrow," he stated lamely and looked down at the ground. *Wuss,* he thought to himself.
Jill was disappointed. She thought that maybe he would say something about their unfinished kiss. Instead he only brought up the stupid doctor. *Oh, give him a break about the kiss thing, Jill. He was probably just wrapped up in the moment, because of the song and everything.* "Well, I'm glad your glad," she commented, not knowing what to say. Sighing, Jill turned back around and finished the trek to her room.
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The next morning, Jill trotted into the kitchen, dressed and refreshed. Claire was already sitting down at the table, putting jam on a piece of toast. As Jill toasted her own bread, she noticed that Claire had been repeatedly moving her knife back and forth on the same spot, as if she was distracted by something. In fact, Jill didn't even think Claire noticed that she was in the room yet.
"Good morning, Claire," Jill greeted.
Her friend looked up slowly. "Morning," she muttered softly in reply.
"Is something wrong?" Jill inquired.
"Why would you think something is wrong?" Claire asked defensively.
Jill put her hands on her hips. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're about to burn a whole through the bread from spreading jam on the same spot over and over and over and over and over-"
"Okay, okay, you're right," Claire gave in. "Something is bothering me."
Taking a seat next to Claire, Jill asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Well...I was just...I was thinking about Steve," Claire let out slowly, with a little crack in her voice.
"Oh...I'm sorry," Jill told her, unsure of what to say. Comforting people wasn't a skill that Jill had much experience with. She took a look at Claire's forlorn face, and decided to ask her a personal question. "You loved him, didn't you?"
Claire looked down at the table, and too overcome with emotion to answer with words, she simply nodded. After a few moments, she looked and Jill and said, "Don't get me wrong, I love Leon too. I love him more than anything and I'm glad that we're going to get married. It's just that...well...I still think of Steve. Everyday. I think of the way he died. And sometimes, I feel so guilty for moving on. Not that we ever had a chance to really develop anything, but I know that he cared about me. I just wish...I wish that he didn't have to die. Even if we couldn't be together, it would be so much easier to move on if he wasn't...dead."
Jill squeezed Claire's shoulder, trying to provide some reassurance. "I know that this must be really hard for you. I hope that someday you'll stop feeling guilty for moving on, because you know Steve would want you to do that. But until then, just remember how lucky you are to have the love of 'the boy wonder.' "
That response brought about a little laugh from Claire. "Thanks, Jill. You're right you know. I really am lucky to have such a great guy like Leon."
"Did I hear my name?" Leon asked, just heading into the kitchen at the moment. He was muffling a yawn with one hand and scratching his butt with another.
Claire gave a disapproving look at Leon's vulgar gesture and then looked at Jill. They both burst out laughing. "Never mind. Forget I said anything," she told Jill.
Leon just looked at the two girls and shrugged. He grabbed some milk from the fridge and drank out of the carton before putting it back. After giving Claire a little kiss, he noticed Jill's abandoned toast in the toaster, grabbed it, and said, "Later." With that, Leon was gone.
"Now what are we going to do with that boy?" Jill asked, but Claire was simply staring after him with adoring eyes. *I'll never understand those two,* Jill decided. She was going to go make some more toast, but then remembered that she was supposed to go to the doctor. *I shouldn't eat, incase the doctor wants to get blood work done. Oh well.*
"I'll see you later, Claire," Jill called out and walked out of the room. Then she saw Chris standing by the door with his jacket on. The leather jacket with the phrase "Made In Heaven" on it. *Yummy,* Jill reflected. She loved that jacket. "Going somewhere?"
"I'm taking you to the doctor," Chris replied nonchalantly.
Jill laughed. "Calm down, Chris. I haven't even made the appointment yet. I don't even know if the doctor will be able to fit me in."
"I took care of it," he informed her. "You're appointment is in fifteen minutes, so let's go."
Jill shot Chris an irritated look. "When are you going to stop treating me like I'm five-years old?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The past few weeks, you've been treating me as if I'm some fragile little baby. You're so overbearing sometimes that I just can't take it!" Jill exclaimed in frustration. She regretted the words immediately after she said them, especially when a flash of hurt shot across Chris's eyes.
Chris looked down at the ground. "I'm just...I worry about you, that's all. I care about you, Jill, and if anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I'd do."
*Oh great, make me feel worse by saying something so incredibly sweet like that,* Jill thought. She grabbed the sides of his jacket and looked up into his eyes. "Chris, I care about you too, you know that. But you also know that I can take care of myself. I've been on my own for a long time."
"I know, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?" he asked, flashing her his cutest smile.
"You know I can't stay mad at you, you jerk," she laughed. "And I'm sorry about yelling at you before, I didn't mean it. However, I am going to the doctor alone, thank you very much."
Chris was about to protest, but realized that Jill would only get more mad at him, so he decided to keep his mouth shut. "Fine. But you better actually go."
"Want me to bring a doctor's note?" Jill asked with fake sweetness.
"Very funny. Now get out of here, Valentine," he directed and playfully slapped her ass.
"You better watch it, Redfield," she bantered back. Grabbing her jacket, she winked at Chris and walked out of the door.
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*Dammit, how long does it take to get blood work done?* Jill wondered impatiently. She felt like she had been at the doctor's for hours. In fact, she Ihad/I been at the doctor's for hours. The waiting room was empty, and Jill had looked over every magazine in the office at least twice.
Finally, a young woman opened the door and said, "Ms. Valentine? The doctor is ready to see you again. You can go straight to Doctor Hart's office this time."
Jill smiled at the woman and walked into the doctor's office. Doctor Hart, a man of about fifty-five, was waiting for her at his desk. "Jill, have a seat please," he offered. She sat down across from him and waited nervously. "I'm sorry that took so long. We found something most unusual with your blood at the lab. I'm not sure at this point if it's good or bad, but it might be the reason for some of the symptoms you've been encountering recently."
"What is it?" Jill asked worriedly. *Maybe my friends were right when they said that I was really sick.*
"Well, it seems as if your blood cells are...mutating, so to speak."
Jill paled. "Mutating? What do you mean by that?"
"It's hard to explain. It's almost as if the cells are decaying. Not dying, just decaying."
"What's causing it?" Jill wondered.
The doctor shook his head. "I wish I could tell you, Jill. The truth is, I've never encountered anything like this before. I did notice, however, that the cells seem to be rejecting some form of medication. Have you been taking any medication lately? Or perhaps, a vaccine? Maybe even...well, to be quite frank, have you taken drugs?"
At first, Jill couldn't think of anything. Besides maybe some Advil once and a while, she hardly every took medication, and she certainly never did drugs. Then, she suddenly had a realization. *Oh, God no. The T- virus vaccination. The doctor said my cells were decaying. What if....what if I'm-* she refused to keep on that line of thinking. "Uh, about I year ago, I had a vaccination for, uh, the flu."
The doctor looked thoughtful. "If these were flu-like tendencies of the blood, I might say that the vaccination simply stopped working. But the flu is hardly strong enough to eat away at the immune system continuously enough to wear out a vaccination. Besides, this blood mutation isn't a symptom of the flu."
Jill felt her heart fall to the ground. *Oh God. It all makes sense now. The flu may not be strong enough to eat at one's immune system long enough to outlast a vaccination, but I'm sure the T-virus is. And mutating, decaying, whatever you want to call it, that is definitely a symptom of the T-virus. The process is probably just going slower than usual because of the vaccination. Oh God, how could this be happening?*
"I'd like to take further tests to see if we can figure out exactly what's happening to you."
"No thank you, Doctor Hart, that won't be necessary," Jill replied briskly.
"Miss Valentine, I highly recommend that-"
"I said, it won't be needed," Jill stressed forcefully. "I'm sure whatever it is will heal itself on its on right. You said yourself, you didn't know if it was necessarily bad."
"Yes, but-"
"Goodbye, Doctor Hart, thank you for fitting me in," Jill said and left the room quickly. Once out of the office, Jill ran as fast as she could until she was out of the building. She respired heavily and leaned against the wall. "Okay, calm down," she told herself. But she knew that wasn't possible. She was dying. Not only was she dying, in fact, but also she was turning into a zombie. A horrible, hideous creature. This was worse than when she was infected in Raccoon City. At least there, she only had a couple hours at most to think about it. Who knew how long she'd have to think about her fate now. Days? Weeks? Maybe months? One thing was for sure, though. She needed to clear her head. Jill got into her car and drove as far away from the building and her fate as possible.
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were right when you said
All that glitters isn't gold
You were right when you said
All we are is dust in the wind
You were right when you said
We are all just bricks in the wall
And when you said manic depression's
A frustrating mess
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were right when you said
You can't always get what you want
You were right when you said
It's a hard rain's gonna fall
You were right when you said
We're still running against the wind
And life goes on long after
The thrill of living is gone
You were right when you said
This is the end
Do you ever think about it?
_________________________________________________
*Song credit â€" "You Were Right" by Built to Spill
So, Jill is still infected with the T-virus. How will she react? Will she tell her friends what's going on? Will she admit to Chris how she feels before it's too late? Will her conversation with Claire have an impact on her actions? Read on to find out :). And please review to let me know if I should keep going!