It wasn't too deep, the wound – the bullet didn't hit the bone. But the blood was coming out fast, and Rebecca had to take out the bullet and patch herself up. If she didn't do it quickly, she risked suffering blood loss or infection – and considering that they were still trying to run from authority, that was the last thing she needed.
Rebecca slowly and carefully got up, using the nearby wall for support. She started to limp towards the kitchen, leaning against the wall to her right. Billy came up beside her, causing her to jump. She hadn't heard him approach on the wooden floor, his footsteps surprisingly light for a man of his size and build.
'Where to miss?' he asked, smirking and holding his arm out to her for extra support. Rebecca grabbed his arm, needing as much weight off of her foot as possible. She then pointed to the only door on the left side of the corridor.
The journey to the door was no longer than three metres, but it still took them a long time to get there. When they got to the door, Billy opened it as he kept supporting Rebecca.
The door opened up into a pitch-area no larger than four square metres. Neither of them could see a thing, and there wasn't a light source anywhere. Rebecca searched the wall beside her, and finally found the light switch. She fumbled with them until the light came on.
The light came on in between a small kitchen area and a living room. The light was only bright enough to light up the kitchen are but barely half of the living space. There were no windows, and no other doors, but there was a ventilation shaft above the stove, which seemed to be gas operated.
The kitchen area on the right was only big enough for a counter space, a sink and a small fridge. There were a couple of cupboards up on the wall, but not enough to store much.
What Billy could see on the left was only the dim outline of a small, ruined couch and an end table with a lamp and what seemed to be documents on it.
Why no windows? Billy thought curiously. 'Seems… cosy?' was all he said.
'Unused when I got here four months ago. Old owners still pay for the little electricity that I use, and living on gas is cheap,' Rebecca explained, looking up to see his reaction. Billy was staring at the ventilation shaft with an odd look on his face. 'No windows equals less suspicion. But, there is one in the bathroom and bedroom.'
'Bedroom, huh?' Billy looked down at her with an eyebrow raised and his charismatic smile. Rebecca rolled her eyes, looking suddenly tired. She then cried out as she put weight on her leg without realising.
'Let's get that leg sorted,' Billy said, all seriousness now. He helped Rebecca over to the outline of the couch, and she leant over to turn the lamp on. The living area was slightly bigger than the kitchen area, and only contained the dirty looking couch and another table in the corner of the room, yet with more files scattered on its deep brown surface.
Billy helped Rebecca lay on the small couch and knelt down beside her, taking a look at her leg.
There was a rough hole in her trouser leg, blood causing the previously blue denim to look a sickly, dark purple. Billy ripped the fabric just above the wound, wanting to get a better look quickly before it got worse or Rebecca moved.
The role was ragged, and the bullet caused an angled entry-way. From what Billy could see, no arteries were severed and it hadn't quite hit the bone. Rebecca was making slightly at the never-ending pain, but Billy continued to look. He started to poke and prod her leg, trying to see if he could feel where the bullet was. Rebecca cried out a few times, but thankfully, didn't move. After a moment, he felt it a few inches above the ankle, only an inch in. As he was just about to find something he could take it out with, he noticed a small metal needle in Rebecca's arm.
Her eyes were closed, her cheeks had the trails of tears running down them, and Billy realised that was why she hadn't moved.
What scared him the most was that her breathing was shallow.
'Rebecca?' Billy asked, panic starting to rise inside him. He knelt down to her again, pulling the miniscule needle from her arm. There was no reaction from her. 'Rebecca?' Billy's voice rose, wanting her to hear him.
Nothing.
Billy took a closer look at the needle in between his thumb and forefinger. He saw that it didn't look like the normal tranq; it looked more like a drugs needle – at least part of one.
This seemed to scare Billy further. He didn't know what that guy had drugged her with, but he was sure that he was working for Umbrella. Who else could have known he was still alive?
But, Umbrella is gone… Billy groaned, now knowing that the rumours weren't true. He tried to call Rebecca again, trying to wake her up. She had to wake up, just to make sure that it wasn't anything too bad or deadly.
Like T…
The thought of it being the notorious T-virus made Billy worry more, and he shook Rebecca. She started to stir, groaning and moving slightly. 'Rebecca, you gotta wake up!' Billy said, his voice rising slightly, full of urgency.
He suddenly remembered something from the many diaries and documents they read in the mansion and treatment plant. He placed the back of his hand against Rebecca's forehead, and she didn't seem to have a fever. But, as he checked her pulse, he found that it was weak and slow. He noticed that her face was paler than and whiter than a new sheet of paper.
No fever, but weak pulse… Billy thought, trying to figure out. Might just be sedation? A strong one.
'Rebecca, c'mon!' Billy shook her slightly harder this time, and her eyes fluttered open. They weren't focused at first, her pupils the size of pinpricks in her light grey eyes. 'C'mon Rebecca! Stay awake.' There were actual tears threatening to spill form his eyes. This seemed to sober Rebecca a bit.
'Don't be silly Billy,' Rebecca whispered, sounding tired and slightly spaced out. But at least she was awake now, if only for a moment. She gently reached out with a small smile on her pretty, petite face, and wiped away the single tear that fell onto Billy's cheek, only to fall back into a hellish sleep.