Author's Note: Yeah, I'm attempting to make the "author's note" part of each chapter relatively smaller, so that you the fans get to have more nice material to read and then review about, to either flame or praise the chapter. Hopefully it'll be the second one...
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Finally, thank you for all the reviews so far! I appreciate every new reader and every new review! I anxiously await more reviews, as they are my inspiration for writing...*nudge nudge* Again, thanks for all the reviews!
Anyways, on with the rather somber chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for death...
-Her Last Breath...-
-Chapter Fourteen-
-Downtown Paris Hospital, 1:00 PM-
"Claire? Claire...? Can you hear me...?" whispered Leon, his head bent down close to Claire's, desperation in his voice as he, Chris, and Steve helped the hospital workers move the stretcher faster into the emergency room.
Everything was a big blur to Claire as she struggled to see what was happening around her. Her vision was blurry, her sense of sound heightened slightly, and she felt like she was exhausted.
As her senses started coming back, the first thing she noticed was a sharp pain in her abdomen, which was getting increasingly worse.
"Claire! Just hold on, okay...? Please sis...hold on..." said her brother Chris, who was looking into her eyes with something she had rarely seen before.
'Fear...?' she thought to herself, her mind in a daze, and only getting worse.
Claire was confused...her brother Chris was never afraid. The only times she had seen that look in his eyes was when she had almost hurt herself when falling out of their tree house when she was seven, when she had her first motorcycle ride when she was 16, and when he had seen Wesker take her hostage after Chris had defeated Alexia.
This was different though...the look of fear in his eyes was scaring Claire...it was so much more intense then she had ever seen before.
"She's lost a lot of blood...what the hell happened to her?" asked a doctor, with a heavy French accent, that happened to be running beside the stretcher.
"She...she was stabbed in her abdomen with a knife..." replied Steve meekly, as he helped bring the stretcher to the emergency room.
Claire suddenly remembered what had happened to her before she had become unconscious.
She and Chris were trying to rescue Steve from Wesker...then...words were exchanged...then the next thing she knew, she could see fear in her brother's eyes...right before Wesker got out the combat knife and proceeded to deeply stab her abdomen multiple times, which was painful enough to render her unconscious.
Claire had no idea what happened after that, except for one thing.
Steve Burnside was with her. They had managed to save him; how, she didn't care at the moment...just him being safe was good enough for her.
'Steve...see...I told you I'd save you...' she thought to herself, wanting to smile but having the strength to do so.
"Claire...please don't die on me..." Leon whispered to her again, his eyes looking softly down on Claire.
'Why is Leon so worried...? Please Leon...don't worry about me...I'm sure I'll be fine...' she thought to herself, too weak to actually say the words aloud.
"Claire...just hold on...please...I don't want to lose you..." whispered Leon, who was pleading with her to hold on.
'Leon...?' thought Claire to herself, becoming more confused with Leon's behavior.
"How many times did she get stabbed?" asked the doctor again, who looked mortified, "The wound is very deep...someone would have to have incredible strength to make a wound like this...."
"It was...this guy...I don't know..." replied Steve, not sure if saying it was Wesker would do any good.
"Come on Claire...you can beat this...come on kid sister..." said Chris, his eyes starting to water as Claire looked back at him, "I'll get Wesker back for what he did to you, Claire...I promise..."
'Not if I get to him first bro...' she though to herself angrily, as the pain in her abdomen increased with every breath she took.
"Claire...I'm so sorry...this is all my fault...just hang on...we're almost to the emergency room...okay Claire...?"
'Steve...if you can come back to life, I'm sure the doctors will be able to fix me up in no time...' Claire thought to herself again, frustrated that she wasn't able to say the words aloud.
Her senses began to heighten, as the pain in her abdomen grew worse. Her sense of things around her heightened to the point where light was blinding and sound was way too loud.
"What's happening...?" she managed to squeak out, as the stretcher got closer to the emergency room.
"Claire! Claire...try not to exert your energy..." Leon said in surprise, thinking she was unable to speak just a few minutes ago, "Please Claire...just lie still..."
"Leon...?" she whispered quietly to him, trying her best to not exert too much energy, "I'll be fine...don't worry about me...please...?"
"Claire...I...how can I not worry about you...?" Leon whispered to her, as he bent his head slightly down towards her.
Claire blinked her eyes in surprise.
Leon, thinking this might be his last chance to say how he felt about Claire, decided that he'd just blurt it all out.
"Claire...?" he asked meekly, trying to grab her attention for a second.
"Leon...?" she replied back, the pain increasing every second.
"I...I love you Claire..." Leon whispered, stuttering and slightly blushing.
Claire became silent as she blinked her eyes several times, shocked at what the rookie cop had just told her.
'Leon...? Leon...in love...with me...?' she thought to herself, her thoughts and feelings getting hazy as the pain was beginning to overwhelm her senses again, 'Oh God...not now...not now...I...I....'
"We've reached the emergency room! Please, doctors and nurses only! I'm sorry, but everyone else, please wait in the waiting room!" said the doctor in his heavy French accent, as he pointed towards the waiting room.
Deciding it was best to let the doctors do their work, Chris left to go back to the waiting room, followed by Steve. Leon stayed near the doors a little longer, the fear of losing Claire becoming worse every second she wasn't being treated
"Leon..." Claire whispered, just loud enough to make Leon look back, fear evident in his features. She gazed at him as long as she could before her senses were heightened thanks to the unbearable pain in her abdomen, making the light blindingly bright to her sensitive eyes.
-Hospital Waiting Room, 1:07 PM-
"From how the doctor reacted when he saw the knife wound, it doesn't look too good...." said Chris solemnly, as he sat down beside Jill and put his head in his hands, "It's all my fault...I never should have brought her along with me..."
"Chris...it's not your fault..." Jill said softly as she put her arm around her partner, "She...she was doing what she believed was right...she was saving a friend..."
"I...Jill...it's...I...." said Chris, as he tried to pin the blame on himself again.
"Jill's right...don't blame yourself...blame Wesker..." said Carlos solemnly, feeling sorry for the Redfield, "Wesker is the one to blame for all of this..."
"Wesker..." said Chris angrily, "I'm going to kill him.... I'm going to kill him for he did to my sister!"
"Chris...please...try to stay calm..." said a shaky Rebecca, "We have to stay calm..."
"I'm going to kill Wesker...I don't care what happens to me...as long as I get that bastard..." said Chris through clenched teeth, as he banged his fist against a wall in a rage.
Steve leaned against a wall, his head down slightly, not sure of what to say or do. The only thing on his mind was Claire...how it was his fault that she was in the emergency room...
"All my fault..." he said quietly to himself, as he closed his eyes tight so that his tears wouldn't be evident.
-H.C.F. Parking Lot, 1:09 PM-
Ada Wong wiped the blood off her hands with a towel as she entered her car, wishing that those idiotic scientists hadn't put up such a fight.
"They should've known not to mess with me..." she said, sighing a bit at the bloodstains that were on her clothing.
About an hour ago Wesker had asked her to recover a sample of the stable T-Veronica virus that was in the H.C.F. Lab; why, she didn't know, but she followed orders from him anyways, even though she was forced to kill the two scientists that had been working on Steve and the T-Veronica virus the whole time. She didn't enjoy killing, but sometimes it was necessary in her line of work.
As she drove out of the parking lot, her mind wandered away from Wesker and the T-Veronica virus, instead going towards Leon S. Kennedy.
"Why can't I get that kid out of my head?" she said to herself angrily, "I don't feel any love anymore...all there is to my life is my work."
Sighing, she took out the small vial that contained a sample of the T-Veronica virus and looked at it a closely, hoping it would take her mind off that rookie cop.
"It's funny how the end of the world can literally be in your palm...heh...I wonder what Wesker plans on using it for..." she mused, as she put the vial carefully back in her jacket pocket and proceeded towards the coordinates that Wesker said to meet him at.
-Umbrella Lab Area, 1:15 PM-
"About to send out the new Nemesis prototype, eh Greg?" asked a scientist causally.
"Yes..." replied Greg Jones, who was looking over a large tube that read "NE-T 102-B", "This new variant of the Nemesis is the perfect predator...I simply cannot wait to release it..."
"Aren't the new blue tinted Tyrants that we've been testing out far superior?" asked the scientist with a confused look on his face, "Why bother using inferior products?"
"You fool! The Nemesis is the most intelligent Tyrant variant we've ever created...it's smarter, faster, tougher, and more aggressive then those new Tyrants...the Nemesis can even fire a Rocket Launcher..." said Greg, his voice filled with pride over the Nemesis, which he had helped create, "Grr...why do so many people have to bother me with such silly questions? First it was that Agent Hunk, and now it's you...."
"Sure man...say, isn't it time now to send out the Nemesis?" said the scientist, who was tired of hearing Greg go on and on about that damned Nemesis.
"Why yes it is." replied Greg with a wide grin on his face, "Computer, activate Project: Nemesis-B..."
"Project: Nemesis-B...activated." replied the cold mechanical voice of the computer, as the tube opened up to reveal a familiar face...
-Hospital Waiting Room, 1:30 PM-
Leon paced back and forth in the small waiting room, anxiously awaiting the doctor, wondering whether they'd be receiving good news or...bad news.
He felt kind of foolish after thinking about how he had blurted out that he was in love with Claire. From the look of surprise on her face, it had seemed that she was mortified...or that could've been her being in pain at the time, either way, Leon had no way of knowing what her real reaction was until she was well enough to speak.
'Unless she doesn't get well...then...then....sigh....' Leon thought to himself, trying desperately not to think negative thoughts, 'I...I know I have a tendency to rush when it comes to love...but I really do think....no....I feel something more then friendship with Claire...'
Chris had finally managed to calm down, somewhat, except that now he was absolutely quiet. At the moment he was looking through his wallet...where he had kept his R.P.D. ID and his S.T.A.R.S. badge...as well as many pictures of his sister and himself. He kept looking at each one for a long while before moving on to the next one, which was making Jill worry heavily about him.
"This one." he suddenly said, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room as he pointed to a picture, "This one was where Claire had scrapped her knee and then I bandaged it....our dad took this picture..."
"You've always been such a good brother to Claire..." Jill said quietly as she gave Chris as soft smile.
"I always wanted to make sure she was okay...after all...she was my kid sister...I had to protect her..." Chris said, sounding as if he'd break down any second now.
"I'm sure she'll make it, Chris...we just have to have faith..." Barry said, as he leaned against the wall.
"I hope you're right Barry...I hope..." replied Chris, as he kept looking at the pictures of his sister.
-Hospital Emergency Room, 1:35 PM-
"Damn! We're losing her fast!" shouted one doctor as he tried to stabilize Claire's condition.
'I'm being operated on...' she thought to herself, 'I can't see them, but I can hear them...'
"The wound is simply too large and too deep! We simply can't operate on something like that..." replied another doctor.
'What..? I...it's just a stab wound! What are you talking about?!' thought Claire to herself, her mind becoming frantic.
'It can't end this way...I...I just saved Steve...and...Leon...he...he's...Leon in love with me....it....it can't end this way!' she thought to herself, as she struggled to hold on to her life, which was fading fast.
"Doctor! She's loosing blood at a rapid rate...we have to do something fast!" shouted a nurse, who was checking Claire's vitals.
'No...I have to hold on! I need to tell Steve and...Leon...how I feel...!' Claire thought to herself, as she struggled to move, only to realize she couldn't move a thing, 'No...God no...I can't leave Leon hanging...I...Leon.....'
"I won't give up on this girl!" the doctor said, as he kept on operating frantically on Claire, hoping to somehow revive her and seal the wound.
Claire's mind went hazy again, as she started to die from the wound that hadn't been healed for over an hour now. The excessive blood lost and shock to her system was simply too much to take for her. She slowly started slipping in and out of consciousness, not sure what was reality and what wasn't.
'Saved you...Steve...I saved you...' she thought to herself, as she quickly started to fade, 'And Leon...I...I think...I love you too......'
"Doctor! She's starting to breath!" the nurse exclaimed in surprise as she pointed to Claire, who took a deep breathe....
'My last breath....' she thought to herself sadly, as she slowly realized it was the end for her...
Everyone in the room tensed up for a second, wondering if she was still alive. After a few seconds, the doctor sighed and stopped operating on Claire.
"That was her...last breath I'm afraid......." he said sadly, as he reluctantly walked out of the emergency room to bring the bad news to Chris and the others...
She had survived the horror in Raccoon City, and had met Leon Kennedy and saved Sherry Birkin...
She had then infiltrated the very head quarters of Umbrella in search of her brother Chris, only to be captured and sent to Rockfort Island, where she met Steve Burnside...
Then she had been captured again by Alexia Ashford in Antarctica, only to be saved by the very person she was looking for, Chris Redfield...together they had escaped and had met up with everyone else who wanted to take down Umbrella...
After saving Steve Burnside from the clutches of Wesker, she had been stabbed multiple times by Wesker, to the point where surgery was useless...
Now...Claire Redfield was dead...
-End of Chapter Fourteen-
Goodbye Claire...
This chapter was appropriately named after the Phantasy Star IV song "Her Last Breath", which was played when Alys had died from the Black Wave...
I hope I was able to capture the drama of how it's like when someone's about to have their last breath....
As usual, please rate and review this chapter and tell me what you thought about it...
" " denote speech, while ' ' denote thoughts.
Finally, thank you for all the reviews so far! I appreciate every new reader and every new review! I anxiously await more reviews, as they are my inspiration for writing...*nudge nudge* Again, thanks for all the reviews!
Anyways, on with the rather somber chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for death...
-Her Last Breath...-
-Chapter Fourteen-
-Downtown Paris Hospital, 1:00 PM-
"Claire? Claire...? Can you hear me...?" whispered Leon, his head bent down close to Claire's, desperation in his voice as he, Chris, and Steve helped the hospital workers move the stretcher faster into the emergency room.
Everything was a big blur to Claire as she struggled to see what was happening around her. Her vision was blurry, her sense of sound heightened slightly, and she felt like she was exhausted.
As her senses started coming back, the first thing she noticed was a sharp pain in her abdomen, which was getting increasingly worse.
"Claire! Just hold on, okay...? Please sis...hold on..." said her brother Chris, who was looking into her eyes with something she had rarely seen before.
'Fear...?' she thought to herself, her mind in a daze, and only getting worse.
Claire was confused...her brother Chris was never afraid. The only times she had seen that look in his eyes was when she had almost hurt herself when falling out of their tree house when she was seven, when she had her first motorcycle ride when she was 16, and when he had seen Wesker take her hostage after Chris had defeated Alexia.
This was different though...the look of fear in his eyes was scaring Claire...it was so much more intense then she had ever seen before.
"She's lost a lot of blood...what the hell happened to her?" asked a doctor, with a heavy French accent, that happened to be running beside the stretcher.
"She...she was stabbed in her abdomen with a knife..." replied Steve meekly, as he helped bring the stretcher to the emergency room.
Claire suddenly remembered what had happened to her before she had become unconscious.
She and Chris were trying to rescue Steve from Wesker...then...words were exchanged...then the next thing she knew, she could see fear in her brother's eyes...right before Wesker got out the combat knife and proceeded to deeply stab her abdomen multiple times, which was painful enough to render her unconscious.
Claire had no idea what happened after that, except for one thing.
Steve Burnside was with her. They had managed to save him; how, she didn't care at the moment...just him being safe was good enough for her.
'Steve...see...I told you I'd save you...' she thought to herself, wanting to smile but having the strength to do so.
"Claire...please don't die on me..." Leon whispered to her again, his eyes looking softly down on Claire.
'Why is Leon so worried...? Please Leon...don't worry about me...I'm sure I'll be fine...' she thought to herself, too weak to actually say the words aloud.
"Claire...just hold on...please...I don't want to lose you..." whispered Leon, who was pleading with her to hold on.
'Leon...?' thought Claire to herself, becoming more confused with Leon's behavior.
"How many times did she get stabbed?" asked the doctor again, who looked mortified, "The wound is very deep...someone would have to have incredible strength to make a wound like this...."
"It was...this guy...I don't know..." replied Steve, not sure if saying it was Wesker would do any good.
"Come on Claire...you can beat this...come on kid sister..." said Chris, his eyes starting to water as Claire looked back at him, "I'll get Wesker back for what he did to you, Claire...I promise..."
'Not if I get to him first bro...' she though to herself angrily, as the pain in her abdomen increased with every breath she took.
"Claire...I'm so sorry...this is all my fault...just hang on...we're almost to the emergency room...okay Claire...?"
'Steve...if you can come back to life, I'm sure the doctors will be able to fix me up in no time...' Claire thought to herself again, frustrated that she wasn't able to say the words aloud.
Her senses began to heighten, as the pain in her abdomen grew worse. Her sense of things around her heightened to the point where light was blinding and sound was way too loud.
"What's happening...?" she managed to squeak out, as the stretcher got closer to the emergency room.
"Claire! Claire...try not to exert your energy..." Leon said in surprise, thinking she was unable to speak just a few minutes ago, "Please Claire...just lie still..."
"Leon...?" she whispered quietly to him, trying her best to not exert too much energy, "I'll be fine...don't worry about me...please...?"
"Claire...I...how can I not worry about you...?" Leon whispered to her, as he bent his head slightly down towards her.
Claire blinked her eyes in surprise.
Leon, thinking this might be his last chance to say how he felt about Claire, decided that he'd just blurt it all out.
"Claire...?" he asked meekly, trying to grab her attention for a second.
"Leon...?" she replied back, the pain increasing every second.
"I...I love you Claire..." Leon whispered, stuttering and slightly blushing.
Claire became silent as she blinked her eyes several times, shocked at what the rookie cop had just told her.
'Leon...? Leon...in love...with me...?' she thought to herself, her thoughts and feelings getting hazy as the pain was beginning to overwhelm her senses again, 'Oh God...not now...not now...I...I....'
"We've reached the emergency room! Please, doctors and nurses only! I'm sorry, but everyone else, please wait in the waiting room!" said the doctor in his heavy French accent, as he pointed towards the waiting room.
Deciding it was best to let the doctors do their work, Chris left to go back to the waiting room, followed by Steve. Leon stayed near the doors a little longer, the fear of losing Claire becoming worse every second she wasn't being treated
"Leon..." Claire whispered, just loud enough to make Leon look back, fear evident in his features. She gazed at him as long as she could before her senses were heightened thanks to the unbearable pain in her abdomen, making the light blindingly bright to her sensitive eyes.
-Hospital Waiting Room, 1:07 PM-
"From how the doctor reacted when he saw the knife wound, it doesn't look too good...." said Chris solemnly, as he sat down beside Jill and put his head in his hands, "It's all my fault...I never should have brought her along with me..."
"Chris...it's not your fault..." Jill said softly as she put her arm around her partner, "She...she was doing what she believed was right...she was saving a friend..."
"I...Jill...it's...I...." said Chris, as he tried to pin the blame on himself again.
"Jill's right...don't blame yourself...blame Wesker..." said Carlos solemnly, feeling sorry for the Redfield, "Wesker is the one to blame for all of this..."
"Wesker..." said Chris angrily, "I'm going to kill him.... I'm going to kill him for he did to my sister!"
"Chris...please...try to stay calm..." said a shaky Rebecca, "We have to stay calm..."
"I'm going to kill Wesker...I don't care what happens to me...as long as I get that bastard..." said Chris through clenched teeth, as he banged his fist against a wall in a rage.
Steve leaned against a wall, his head down slightly, not sure of what to say or do. The only thing on his mind was Claire...how it was his fault that she was in the emergency room...
"All my fault..." he said quietly to himself, as he closed his eyes tight so that his tears wouldn't be evident.
-H.C.F. Parking Lot, 1:09 PM-
Ada Wong wiped the blood off her hands with a towel as she entered her car, wishing that those idiotic scientists hadn't put up such a fight.
"They should've known not to mess with me..." she said, sighing a bit at the bloodstains that were on her clothing.
About an hour ago Wesker had asked her to recover a sample of the stable T-Veronica virus that was in the H.C.F. Lab; why, she didn't know, but she followed orders from him anyways, even though she was forced to kill the two scientists that had been working on Steve and the T-Veronica virus the whole time. She didn't enjoy killing, but sometimes it was necessary in her line of work.
As she drove out of the parking lot, her mind wandered away from Wesker and the T-Veronica virus, instead going towards Leon S. Kennedy.
"Why can't I get that kid out of my head?" she said to herself angrily, "I don't feel any love anymore...all there is to my life is my work."
Sighing, she took out the small vial that contained a sample of the T-Veronica virus and looked at it a closely, hoping it would take her mind off that rookie cop.
"It's funny how the end of the world can literally be in your palm...heh...I wonder what Wesker plans on using it for..." she mused, as she put the vial carefully back in her jacket pocket and proceeded towards the coordinates that Wesker said to meet him at.
-Umbrella Lab Area, 1:15 PM-
"About to send out the new Nemesis prototype, eh Greg?" asked a scientist causally.
"Yes..." replied Greg Jones, who was looking over a large tube that read "NE-T 102-B", "This new variant of the Nemesis is the perfect predator...I simply cannot wait to release it..."
"Aren't the new blue tinted Tyrants that we've been testing out far superior?" asked the scientist with a confused look on his face, "Why bother using inferior products?"
"You fool! The Nemesis is the most intelligent Tyrant variant we've ever created...it's smarter, faster, tougher, and more aggressive then those new Tyrants...the Nemesis can even fire a Rocket Launcher..." said Greg, his voice filled with pride over the Nemesis, which he had helped create, "Grr...why do so many people have to bother me with such silly questions? First it was that Agent Hunk, and now it's you...."
"Sure man...say, isn't it time now to send out the Nemesis?" said the scientist, who was tired of hearing Greg go on and on about that damned Nemesis.
"Why yes it is." replied Greg with a wide grin on his face, "Computer, activate Project: Nemesis-B..."
"Project: Nemesis-B...activated." replied the cold mechanical voice of the computer, as the tube opened up to reveal a familiar face...
-Hospital Waiting Room, 1:30 PM-
Leon paced back and forth in the small waiting room, anxiously awaiting the doctor, wondering whether they'd be receiving good news or...bad news.
He felt kind of foolish after thinking about how he had blurted out that he was in love with Claire. From the look of surprise on her face, it had seemed that she was mortified...or that could've been her being in pain at the time, either way, Leon had no way of knowing what her real reaction was until she was well enough to speak.
'Unless she doesn't get well...then...then....sigh....' Leon thought to himself, trying desperately not to think negative thoughts, 'I...I know I have a tendency to rush when it comes to love...but I really do think....no....I feel something more then friendship with Claire...'
Chris had finally managed to calm down, somewhat, except that now he was absolutely quiet. At the moment he was looking through his wallet...where he had kept his R.P.D. ID and his S.T.A.R.S. badge...as well as many pictures of his sister and himself. He kept looking at each one for a long while before moving on to the next one, which was making Jill worry heavily about him.
"This one." he suddenly said, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room as he pointed to a picture, "This one was where Claire had scrapped her knee and then I bandaged it....our dad took this picture..."
"You've always been such a good brother to Claire..." Jill said quietly as she gave Chris as soft smile.
"I always wanted to make sure she was okay...after all...she was my kid sister...I had to protect her..." Chris said, sounding as if he'd break down any second now.
"I'm sure she'll make it, Chris...we just have to have faith..." Barry said, as he leaned against the wall.
"I hope you're right Barry...I hope..." replied Chris, as he kept looking at the pictures of his sister.
-Hospital Emergency Room, 1:35 PM-
"Damn! We're losing her fast!" shouted one doctor as he tried to stabilize Claire's condition.
'I'm being operated on...' she thought to herself, 'I can't see them, but I can hear them...'
"The wound is simply too large and too deep! We simply can't operate on something like that..." replied another doctor.
'What..? I...it's just a stab wound! What are you talking about?!' thought Claire to herself, her mind becoming frantic.
'It can't end this way...I...I just saved Steve...and...Leon...he...he's...Leon in love with me....it....it can't end this way!' she thought to herself, as she struggled to hold on to her life, which was fading fast.
"Doctor! She's loosing blood at a rapid rate...we have to do something fast!" shouted a nurse, who was checking Claire's vitals.
'No...I have to hold on! I need to tell Steve and...Leon...how I feel...!' Claire thought to herself, as she struggled to move, only to realize she couldn't move a thing, 'No...God no...I can't leave Leon hanging...I...Leon.....'
"I won't give up on this girl!" the doctor said, as he kept on operating frantically on Claire, hoping to somehow revive her and seal the wound.
Claire's mind went hazy again, as she started to die from the wound that hadn't been healed for over an hour now. The excessive blood lost and shock to her system was simply too much to take for her. She slowly started slipping in and out of consciousness, not sure what was reality and what wasn't.
'Saved you...Steve...I saved you...' she thought to herself, as she quickly started to fade, 'And Leon...I...I think...I love you too......'
"Doctor! She's starting to breath!" the nurse exclaimed in surprise as she pointed to Claire, who took a deep breathe....
'My last breath....' she thought to herself sadly, as she slowly realized it was the end for her...
Everyone in the room tensed up for a second, wondering if she was still alive. After a few seconds, the doctor sighed and stopped operating on Claire.
"That was her...last breath I'm afraid......." he said sadly, as he reluctantly walked out of the emergency room to bring the bad news to Chris and the others...
She had survived the horror in Raccoon City, and had met Leon Kennedy and saved Sherry Birkin...
She had then infiltrated the very head quarters of Umbrella in search of her brother Chris, only to be captured and sent to Rockfort Island, where she met Steve Burnside...
Then she had been captured again by Alexia Ashford in Antarctica, only to be saved by the very person she was looking for, Chris Redfield...together they had escaped and had met up with everyone else who wanted to take down Umbrella...
After saving Steve Burnside from the clutches of Wesker, she had been stabbed multiple times by Wesker, to the point where surgery was useless...
Now...Claire Redfield was dead...
-End of Chapter Fourteen-
Goodbye Claire...
This chapter was appropriately named after the Phantasy Star IV song "Her Last Breath", which was played when Alys had died from the Black Wave...
I hope I was able to capture the drama of how it's like when someone's about to have their last breath....
As usual, please rate and review this chapter and tell me what you thought about it...