I'll give you S.T.A.R.S!

Predictions

WARNING!!! For bad language, violence and gore.

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Chris and Jill both gasp for air, they're running as fast as humanly possible.
Chris turns around and fire a few shots with his Samurai Edge.
Jill's foot hits something, she stumbles forward and lands in the dirt with a hard thud.
Chris run past her but comes to an immediate stop and turns around, the horror in his expression scares her.
She turns her head around and sees sharp fangs covered in blood.

Jill shoot up fully awake, but still fully aware of her nightmare, two arms grab her from behind, the sudden movement makes her struggle from the embrace.
"Jill, calm down, it's me!"
She freezes and stares at Chris, without thinking she throws herself at him and hugs him tightly.
Chris looks down at the shaking form in his arms, he has never seen that kind of expression on her face before.

"It's okay, it was just a bad dream."
He tries reasuring her.
"No.. it's not okay" Jill chokes out.
The fear from the dream has changed to fear of Chris being disappointed in her, she is always the strong one, no one has even seen her cry.
His arms starts releasing it's iron grip and it alerts her.
'Now Chris is going to leave me here, this isn't what he expected from his coolheaded partner. Ugh, bothersome.. I feel so tired...'

Chris's hands graze her arms, he's surprised at the heat radiating of them, he takes a firm grip and gently pushes Jill away from his body.
Her gaze is down so he tilts her head up with his hand under her chin, her glazed eyes, red cheeks and sweaty forehead fills him with panic.
"Jill?!"
He earns a mumble he can't understand, he lay her back down and places his hand on her forehead.
It's clear she's running a high fever, Chris hurries to the kitchen grabs a towel and soaks it with ice cold water, he returns to his partner and places the towel on her forehead.

Back in the kitchen he searches for medicine but to his disappointment he can't find any, it hits him she must keep it in the bathroom, he rushes there and almost breaks the door from smashing it open.
His next victim is the mirror cabinet.
Bingo!
He takes all the medicine and runs back to Jill, he almost trips on his jacket he had thrown on the floor the day before, he curses under his breath.
Chris drops all the medicine bottles on the bedside table and starts looking at the labels, lucky him, he finds the medicine he is looking for.
He opens a bottle of water and empty it in an empty glass, he takes out a pill and drops it in the glass.
He stares at the bubbles from the dissolving pill and then it hits him, how is he going to make Jill drink it when she's basically unconscious.

He looks at jill then the glass and so on a few times, sweatdrops starts forming on his forehead.
Chris knows what he has to do and it's making him nervous for some reason, it's for health but he can't stop the feeling of curiosity of tasting Jill's lips, he shakes his head.
This is not the time or place to think such things, he takes a deep breath and brings up Jill's body into sitting position and supports her weight with his own.
He tilts her head back so her throath is clear and less risk of choking, he hesitates but then takes a mouth full of the medicine, he places his mouth on Jill's and force the medicine down her throath, she coughs a little but quickly recovers.
He can't help staring at her, he never realized how beautiful Jill actually is.
He's interrupted from his thoughts when Jill shift a little so he lay her back down and make sure the towel is on her forehead, he pulls the covers over her body and lies down on the empty spot next to her.
Taking care of someone is more tiring than he thought, now he understands why Jill always curse when he shows up sick, forcing her to nurse him.
He can't help it though, Claire's at university and Jill's chicken soup is to die for.
Chris's eyes grow heavy and he falls into a peaceful slumber.

Jill's eyes follows the figure as it walks futher into the dining room.
"Hey I found something.."
She hears a male voice speak.
"What is it?"
She answers as she walks over to the fireplace.
"Blood..."
A gunshot interrupts them and Jill walks over to a door.
The door creaks a little when she push it open, she closes it carefully behind her.
She finds herself in a hallway, sounds from her left catches her interest and she brings up her gun.
She starts walking over to the area, reaching her destination she looks to her right, a man is crouching over something.
"Sir, are you alright?"
The man stands up, which makes Jill back a little starting to feel unease.
He turns around and starts walking very slowly towards her. "Sir, stop right there." The man show no sign of listening to her order and his ice cold hands grabs her.

Jill's eyes snap open, she looks at her surroundings and calms down when she recognize her bedroom.
She sits up and a small towel falls down from her forehead, she picks it up and intend to place it on the bed table but it's full with medicine bottles.
She licks her lips, they are dry and she feels like she haven't had water in days, she takes the water bottle on the table and brings it to her mouth but halt her movement.
'Why does my lips have a faint taste of coffee, I don't remember having any coffee..'
It hits her, the thought of Chris kissing her even though it was because of a health issues, she can't help feeling embarrased for some odd reason.
She's been kissed before but thinking of Chris that way she doesn't know how to feel exactly.
She looks into the mirror on her wall and gets surprised when she sees the huge grin on her silly face.
"Good morning." The deep voice filled with sleep startles her and she quickly removes the grin from her face.
"Good morning." She answers calmly.
Jill feels a hand on her shoulder she jumps a little from the sudden touch, she must have spaced out again.
"Jill you wanna talk about the nightmares?"
She faces Chris and lock eyes with him, seeing his worried expression she can't help letting a small smile creep up.
"Okay.."

Jill looks down at the glass of orange juice in her hands, she takes a deep breath, turns her gaze up to look at Chris sitting in front her at the kitchen table.
She takes a sip and places the glass on the table, letting it rest there.
Chris's eyes follows every move she's making, trying to read her body language it's almost like an interrogation.
Jill waits anxiously for his response, it could just be bad dreams but something about them just feels off.
Chris draws in a deep breath and this brings her full attention on him.
"Well I don't know what to say except for it sounds familiar for some reason."
He stretches his back and leans back on the chair sighing, he looks down at his cup but then lock eyes with Jill.
"Maybe these dreams is your brain coping with the trauma, instead of seeing the actual event your brain makes up different scenarios? I don't know though."
Jill sighs, what Chris is saying might be true, she thought maybe they are a warning of some sort but hearing Chris's thoughts she's more convinced it's trauma.
"Yeah, maybe you're right.."