8 AM, the golden rays of the sun are filtered by the window's openworked white curtains towards Jill and Chris. She seems to sleep peacefully, he looks at her beauty enhanced by that temporary warm light, also giving a beautiful shade to her blonde side ponytail. He was pretty confident that day, quite optimistic. Leaving the room he meets Rebecca.
"Hi Chris, I've just received your results. Everything is fine and you're ready to be discharged. Twice a week you'll have to come back for routine psychiatric visits."
"Fine, what about Jill though?" Happy to leave but Jill's health is his first thought.
"There are some anomalies we have to examinate. We're going to procede with the biopsy surgery tomorrow. We'll try to use the knife as least as possible using a syringe for those tissues that are easier to take."
His eyes revealed a growing anxiety, losing eye contact with the Doctor.
"Is that painful? Dangerous? Please, tell me if she's going to be ok."
"We'll do our best. It's not dangerous but it can be invasive." It's not what he wanted to hear but at least...
"Thanks for your understanding Rebecca. It's not easy for me."
"I know, it's sad for me as well. People like her shouldn't deserve these trials. If you are going to keep her happy she's going to heal sooner. Anyway Chris, I've already signed your discharge paper."
"Thanks, even though I'll be here until she will be discharhed as well. Bye doctor."
Chris takes a quick shower, wears a nice pair of jeans with a dark green sweater on top that her sister brought him the previous day. He comes back to her room finding her awake.
"Look who came here well prepared. There's no competition for me with these nasty scrubs." Jill being salty.
They both laugh, he comes closer and kisses her forehead cupping her face.
"How are you doing Jilly Bean?" Chris kneels by her side, pinching her cleft chin making the dimple more visible.
"I feel better, thanks. What about you, pretty boy? Where are you going dressed like this?" She plays with his fingers.
"I'm good to go but my schedule is clear so I'm going to keep company to this pretty girl right here."
They laugh again, looking at each other's eyes. His beard is starting to show and she pinches his cheeks to feel it.
Game of glances, he cuddles her for a while. Her arm keeping him closer. He plays with her hair, her cheeks are pinched as well.
"Chris, are you going to office today?"
"I thought about it, I think so. I want to start writing some reports." His fingers are playing with that oxygen tube down to her face.
"Good idea, can't wait to join you." Someone is knocking the door. Two nurses enter asking Chris to leave, they have to clean her. Jill tells them not to worry about him.
"I'm going right now, do you need something?" He turns his eyes away while they're undressing her.
"Yes, please. Go to my home, bring me some clothes and whatever you want."
"All right, I'll be here soon. Bye." The two partners share a look while smiling.
Chris goes downstairs to the BSAA offices being welcomed by his coworkers. A round of applauses for the Captain that he sincerely appreciates. They brought a cake and some snacks to welcome him. After Jill's recovery they're going to organize a super party to celebrate her comeback, in the meantime his and her desk were completely decorated with post-its, little stars stickers and all sorts of letters to congratulate with them. That really gaved him a boost, he's opens his laptop and starts writing for a good hour and half. Before midday he's out of the facility with her keys in his pockets, he gets on a cab towards her building. He rushes the stairs arriving at the door, thanks to him her home is still in nice conditions. When she disappeared he made sure to go regularly to open the windows and to keep it clean. He brings a bunch of clothes, some entertaintment stuff, everything inside of a backpack and he's ready to go.
"Hey Jill, I'm back." Chris is inside her room, she greets him with her hand. He shows her what he got from home: a white tracksuit, some hoodies, a big light blue turtleneck dress in cashmere, a bunch of socks, underwear and lastly some of her favorite mangas.
"I miss my clothes, my house. Thank you."
"I'm going to bring you more stuff day after day. Did you already eat?"
"I cannot, I've got surgery tomorrow. No water and no food for 24 hours." Jill sighs annoyed.
"Really? My God..." He moves the big sofa they put for him near her bed, laying close to her.
"Yeah. I'm tired. I'm going to try to sleep a little bit."
"Good idea, tomorrow is a hell of a day. I'm going to rest here as well."
"Today is hard as well, I wish a could have a glass of water."
"Let's sleep so you forget about it, okay?"
"Yeah Chris."
They cuddle sweetly for a while, then they take a well deserved nap.

Some hours had passed by, Chris wakes up and turns the tv on making sure to keep the volume low not to disturb her. The tv is on Discovery Channel, mildly interesting but not enough to keep his attention. Curious about those mangas he brought to her he grabs one of it: Death Note. She was quite obsessed with that, during lazy times he often caught her reading those comics. He wasn't into it though. While reading it for the first time he realized that is quite a good story, chapter after chapter he almost finished all that reading material. Jill distracted him from his focus: tears are falling from her closed eyes, her breath is heavy. Another bad dream? Chris rushes to gently hug her without interrupt her sleep, she's clearly shaking and having cold shivers. He hears her sobbing, what the hell is she dreaming now? He whispers some sweet words hoping to calm her down, she wakes up frightened.
"What's happening?" She screams, her sobbing is incontrollable and her shaking too.
"Jill everything is fine, you had a nightmare." His wrist are grabbed by her hands, looking for protection from him.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm so damn tired of dreaming this shit everytime! I'm going insane!" Jill faints on him.
"Goddammit Jill!" The pulse machine attached to her is going crazy, Chris puts her down and calls the nurses.
They're already there, alarmed by the machine itself. They check her heart beat with the stethoscope, Chris just watches silently crying, his head between his hands. Her nose tubes are switched with a big mask and the oxygen levels are raised. The infusion pump drips the sedative medicine into her veins to calm her down. Everything seems fine now, the nurses are out. Chris' tears are falling non-stop, so close to her. Jill is still unconscious. He grabs her hand already kneeled near her bed, his head on her belly. The bedsheets are completely wet by tears, he's sobbing loudly. Why was Wesker still haunting her? What did she saw? What about tomorrow's surgery? What about the future? Everything seemed fine that morning, they were smiling, laughing, joking, she was having a good time finally, why suddendly those nightmares again?
"Jill, please. Everything is ok. Trust me you are safe and we are taking care of you. I love you..." His voice, broked.
He said often to her how much he loves her, this time is different, it was embarassing. Beyond platonic.
They lived to save the world, why are they suffering the fire of hell? Was Wesker really a God? Is he that is punishing them?
Chris just wants to destroy everything around him, his rage is out of control but he also lost all of his strenght. He's not even able to stand up. He's so concerned by the upcoming surgery, what if everything comes out wrong? What if she will not being able to get through that?
"Please Jill, I beg you. I don't know what to do. I know I'm being stupid, I just want to help you."
"...mmh...Chris..." She's babbling something under that hard mask. "...thank...you..."
"Jill..." He hugs her showing all of his care. "You don't have to talk sweetie, just know that we are going to win."
His eyes are all red, revealing that hint of green of his hazel iris. Her big blue eyes look like glass.
No need to talk, just staring at each other's eyes. Telling things that cannot be told with words. Time didn't seems to pass.
The gentle stroke of his hand on her hair while she was laying there, frail. Even moving her eyes was hard.
Chris moves the sofa near her, he lays there keeping eye contact until falling asleep.