Woe to Felicity- Resident Evil

Chapter 33

(TW: Mentions of self-harm.)

A phone ring echoing from your kitchen jolted you awake from your uneasy slumber. You failed to recall when you fell asleep during the early hours of the morning, but by a blurry glance to your alarm clock it was quite early for a phone call. 9:31 a.m.

Groaning a little, you stepped out of bed and walked to your kitchen. You were glad you wore socks to sleep when you usually didn't, the tile floors of the kitchen were always cold. You walked to your kitchen counter and grabbed your abandoned tea mug, long since cold with half of its contents still inside.
You picked up the phone without bothering to check the number, bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" Came your slightly raspy voice before you took a sip of your cold yet ever so sweet tea.

"Hey, Good morning (Y/N)."

"Chris??" You spoke his name with surprise, expecting anyone else other than him. You were so surprised in fact that your fingers loosened around your drink, causing the mug you were holding to fall and shatter upon contact with the floor.

"Woah, you alright?"

"I'm sorry, yeah I'm fine uh-my hand just gave out or something," You held onto the phone as you stepped away from the shattered ceramic shards and spilled tea.

"Right. I take it you aren't a morning person?" He questioned, making you sigh a little as you rubbed your eyes. "I just woke up actually," you admitted while walking out of the kitchen towards your living room couch, "I heard my phone ring."

"Ah, that's my bad. I knew I should've waited to call at noon."

"Oh no no, it's alright." You sat back on the couch, putting your feet up against your coffee table slowly due to your lingering soreness. "So what's up?" You asked slowly, wondering why he would call so early, also how he managed to get your phone number. You never gave it to him, maybe he went looking for it back at the station?

"I uh, I was just calling to see if you were alright," Again, you noticed him slightly clear his throat with a hint of nervousness in his tone, somehow only hearing his voice made you pick these details up faster than it were if you were looking at him.

"If you want to, there's this neat diner at the end of town where I'd like to meet with you tonight. Y'know, just to check up on each other. Again, only if you want to."

For a moment, you kept quiet as you thought of what just happened. A small portion of your mind was screaming that he was asking you out, while the bigger portion was defying it and only insisting it was just what Chris said. A check up. Maybe he's done it with the others, or maybe it was just the rookie he was most concerned about. Mental health is important after all, maybe he's just doing this to make me feel comfortable. That's sweet of him.

"What time?"

"I'd say around.. seven? There's a happy hour on milkshakes around seven thirty."

"Tch, now that's tempting." You started to laugh, making him smile on the other end.

"Sure, I'd like to. We're talking about the only diner almost outside of town, right?"

"Yeah." The man agreed, making you think where exactly to drive to. "Alright, I'll see you at seven."

"Take care (Y/N)." You ended the call with a push of a button, exhaling slowly as you dropped the phone to the cushion beside you. You tilted your head back to the ceiling, feeling your heart pounding almost rapidly in your ears in a good and bad way.