It was finally over. Wesker was successfully finished by Chris and Sheva, with the help of Jill's quick intuiton in telling them to use those two rocket launchers. The chopper arrives near the West African BSAA's headquarters, letting the four of them landing there. Once inside the facility Sheva and Josh thank and leave the two Americans, making one last salute. Chris and Jill are directed to the near Emergency Room to let themselves check before the return flight arrives and also to briefly recover. Time to drink some fresh water before the doctors check and treat their injuries. Jill's chest injury is quite serious, Chris feels so bad watching Jill suffer from the burning feeling of her damaged skin in contact with the wound disinfectant and the antibiotic ointment.
Almost as painful as watching her screaming when trying to liberate herself from Wesker's control, struggling to let him know about the P30 device that was controlling her. The rage of hearing Wesker called her futile after that, the idea of not knowing what he did to her all those years was tearing him apart. Chris and Sheva had to fight her in order to free her and it wasn't easy beating her and pointing her with a weapon. Chris really tried to talk to Jill instead of using force but, eventually, they were forced to use every mean to stop her and rip off the device.
Her injury is now covered by a big piece of bandage, Chris is good with some bandaids on his arms. The doctors tell them to undress leaving only the underwear, she has no bra though. Chris looks down at his feet not to make her feel uncomfortable, he's being checked further for other wounds or bruises just like his companion at his side. They stand still, hearing the long lasting silence interruped by the medical tools. Jill doesn't like to reveal that much of herself, both physically and emotionally. The doctors are two middle-aged ladies but that doesn't help her anyway, feeling more vulnerable than ever after what she lived in the past three years. Hands all over her, even if that was meant to heal her it reminds her of the time when she was captured by Wesker. Loosing every type of control of her body and mind, her stomach drops. His hands over her naked body, the experiments inside of her, a special type of lab rat, but still a lab rat. She's close to puke by all those disgusting feelings, shaking by those thoughts of what he did to her. But she's finally safe now, they're safe. Wesker is dead. Chris notices her long breath and he wants to turn towards her to lean a hand, but she doesn't need another pair of eyes on her. All the visible injuries are treated and they recieve some clean clothes and comfortable shoes to wear, a gift from the BSAA. The t-shirts are wide and breathable making it not painful to wear near the injury, unlike the suit she wore. Once dressed they continue to be checked: their bones seemed to be okay but it was a superficial visit, they are going to be checked properly once in the States since their time is almost up in the black continent. Their hearts are checked, their rate of respiration, a little bit anormal but nothing serious, probably it's stress. The superficial check up is complete, they are welcomed in a small empty room with two beds and nothing else. The two lay on those beds facing each other, staring at their concerned faces.
"Jill..."
She hears her name, making her eyes teary but she tries not to cry. His heart feels shattered in pieces looking at her like that.
"Trust me, everything is going to be fine. You're strong." He takes her hand but she's covering her face with her free hand, not to show herself crying.
Chris does whatever he can to comfort her: stroking her shoulders, her platinum blonde hair too. She lost melanin due to cryostasis. Her colors are faded.
"Just sleep, relax. I'm here to protect you, don't worry." He wipes out her tears, he hugs her sweetly for a while letting her fall asleep after all the fatigue. Looking at her he lose himself in thoughts.

"Captain Redfield, Agent Valentine. I'm here to rescue you."
Chris immediately wakes up, noticing that he felt asleep as well. Outside was already dark since the sun has set in the meantime.
"Jill wake up, it's time to go home." He helps her to get up and together follow the man to the car. They sit behind, she's still half sleeping and he lets her lean on his shoulder. He's closed in his thoughts, doesn't talk at all with the driver. Those were the last scenarios of West Africa he was seeing through the car window. Dark and wild streets, silence, the softness of Jill's waist he was hugging. The car is parking near the private flight runway, Chris thanks the driver who's helping them getting out of the car. Some nurses arrive with two stretchers, they put Jill on one of it while Chris reassures everyone that he's ok and doesn't need it. He rather helps them raising Jill on the airplane stairs. A long flight was ahead, at least ten hours. They are exhausted, he lays down to that other strecher once those were secured and belted. His hand in her hand, sleeping together.

"7 AM, 90 minutes prior to landing." The flight captain wakes the two sleeping soldiers trough the microphone.
"We are almost home, thank God." She sighs in relief, yawning after that great sleep.
"Yeah Jill, it's finally over." He holds her hand thigtly, while looking at the ceiling.
"It feels like I'm dreamin' Chris, it's hard to believe that I'm free."
"It really is. You are free and I've found you alive." He pinches her cheek showing that they're not dreaming.
One nurse goes to them, letting the two get up and walk through the aisle before landing. They receive warm sweaters since is going to be more cold in North America.
"Can you hug me tight? I need it." Jill is even ashamed to look this weak.
Chris does what she asked, hugging her like a big bear hugs a baby bear. For more than five minutes.
"Remember, I'm with you. Always." Staring at her teary blue eyes, almost drowning in them.
"Chris, you are so important to me, I'm not saying it just because." Crying out loud, burying her face between his arms.
It was unbearable for Chris to hear her crying like that. He lost all of his words. He was able to do nothing but keeping her tight.
"I'm so scared. I don't know whats going to happen, I don't want to leave. I don't know how to live anymore." Jill is shaking, panic attack.
Chris rarely saw her so frightened, desperation is devouring her. She has always been so fearless on the battle field, quick thinker, being calm in extreme situations are her biggest qualities. When the war is over she deals with her withheld emotions, he was the only one to see her weak, and viceversa. What she experienced these years was too much to handle, for him as well, but he couldn't afford to show his weakness right now. Jill needs to see him strong, they are partners and when one of them is down the other one is the shining beacon in the dark times.
They sit on the belted seats, waiting for landing. Their hands are still tight, Jill tries to remain calm distracting herself while observing the landscape.
His eyes checking her, eyes full of worries. Analyzing the way she breaths, the way she tries to keep her tears, every little movement, the strenght yet the weakness of her hand holding his hand, he tries to find out every information about her. The airplane lands, neither of them notice it until the last second.
"Come on Jill, let's go." He tells her with his soothing voice, unbelting her and after helping her to get up.
"I don't want to, please. I feel bad, I'm scared to go out." Those words hit worse than bullets, he's close to a breakdown as well.
"I'm going to stay with you, you're not alone. I'll be with you no matter what happens. I swear." Chris takes her in her arms, her legs around his waist, her head on his shoulder like a little girl. He holds her like the most precious thing. They are off the airplane, America welcomes them. An ambulance is going to bring them to the BSAA lab. Endurence is at its limit. They both crash on the stretchers, until final destination, no energies left to cry or talk.