Oblivious Love (resident evil)

Let Me Disappear

   ***TW- this chapter deals with topics such as depression and su!c!de. Read at your own risk and feel free to skip if these are triggering topics for you***

   Chris once again woke up.

   His whole body was sore and throbbing. He could barely open his eyes.

   Surprisingly enough, it felt like he was laying on something soft, like an actual bed.

   What's the last thing he remembered...

   Getting everyone onto the helicopter? Does that mean they got out safe?

   Chris pried his eyes open to see a blinding white ceiling. He heard a gasp next to him, and turned his head slightly to see Rebecca sitting next to him in a little chair. She was wearing the same clothes she had entered the mansion in, only now she was just in a sports bra. Chris resisted the urge to be awkward about it. 

   Her left arm was in a sling, and her shoulder was all bandaged up. The color had come back in her face, and besides a couple bruises and cuts on her face and arms, she looked okay. She had a worried expression on her face, and Chris thought he may have been staring at her for too long.

   Chris licked his lips, which he found to be incredibly dry, and swallowed, his throat in the same state, before he managed to speak,

   "Where... Where are we...?" Rebecca looked on the brink of tears,

   "Hospital. We were all a little banged up, but you were in the worst shape. I'm so glad you're okay.." Chris noticed she had been holding left hand with her good one this whole time, when she gave it a gentle squeeze.

   "So we got out..?" Chris said groggily, trying to sit up but feeling a blinding pain in his forehead, and most of his body for that manner. Rebecca briefly let go of his hand to put hers on his chest, which he found was bare, and lightly pushed him back down into the pillows,

   "Don't move too much. We'll tell you everything, just rest for now, okay?" She gave him a kind smile, and he couldn't help but comply. Plus, as Rebecca's hand subtly made its way back to being laced with his, it wouldn't be so bad to stay.

   Chris paused with that thought.

   No.

   He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Get back to the RPD and sort this whole mess out. They still had work to do.

   Chris was brought out of his thoughts, when the door to the room opened. Rebecca hastily removed her hand from his, which left it cold and empty.

   In walked Jill and Barry.

   Jill's arm was in a cast, and a sling, and she looked just as scratched up as Rebecca. She also had a bandage wrapped around the entire circumference of her head, which Chris internally chuckled at.

   Barry sported only a t-shirt, and not his classic S.T.A.R.S. vest, though he didn't seem to be suffering any visible injuries. Maybe he just didn't understand the appeal of walking around shirtless.

   They approached Chris and Rebecca, Jill standing at the end of the bed, and Barry pulling up another chair next to her. Jill gave Chris a smirk,

   "You're an idiot." Chris rolled his eyes,

   "That's the first thing that comes out of your mouth?" Barry had put a hand on Jill's shoulder as if to say 'slow down'. But then he looked at Chris and said,

   "She's right. But, how are you holding up?" Chris gave them both a grin,

   "Everything hurts like hell, but I've got my own little medic here, so I think I'll make it." He looked in Rebecca's direction, the grin making her blush. She looked down at her lap and stuttered out excuses,