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Wild chest pain brought me back from the old days. There was a feeling that the heart is breaking. I'm not easily opened her eyes and saw over a white ceiling. Chest pain had subsided a little, but it is only possible to see other pain spreading throughout the body. Who is tearing me apart. In his eyes filled with tears. Oh, what a weakness, I was always confident that he would never become a cry of pain.
Why am I still alive? Or I woke up only to die? How many times I was on the verge of death ... but never so close before.
I blinked. For some reason I thought that the rain. But the cold drops on the face, I do not feel it. Opened her eyes again and turned her gaze all in the same white ceiling. Does not look like he had something on stormy sky, which I saw while we were falling ... But then ... where am I? ..
Above his head is something irritatingly peak. But I was afraid to turn my head ... A few minutes later, I realized that peak is not only something over my head, but somewhere nearby, a little apart from me.
Maybe I still have died? A living person can not experience all the pain and stay alive ...
Struggling with myself, I still turned my head ... and almost choked on the surging, literally swept my head with rage and desperate anger. Wesker was lying about five meters away from me in a hospital bed. His hands and feet were bandaged in different places, he lay motionless, his eyes were wide open ... and he looked all the same ill-fated ceiling, which was a few minutes ago was my object of study. I do not know what I was thinking ... Wesker thinking whether he is now about something or just sleeping with his eyes open ... but ... what the hell is he still alive? We fell interminably long ... into a deep gorge ... and I do not even remember how we fell ... And in the end, I'm dying, and he has not even a fracture! Hate.
My chest burned again all the pain, and I involuntarily groaned. Most would have took me death. Unbearable to know that the man you hate most in the world and is ready to give everything for a unique opportunity to kill him, lying beside and better. Most likely he is now weak, but I did not mean that I can not try to kill him, I can not even move.
I closed her eyes, exhausted. Anger, rage and anger at herself sucked out of me all the vital juices. Somehow suddenly I felt so empty ... But the pain remained ...
All in vain ... All life ... What I could achieve? How much more is left of what I wanted to do was to say? ..
Machine is considered my pulse and pulse Wesker, peak time, almost in unison. So it is strange ... As our lives are connected to one ... and though my faded, it only adds vitality. But even that I do not care.
- Chris ... - I whispered. Or ... I thought whispered?
Chris ... I did the best I could. I'm sorry ... but you did ... more

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models
Albert Wesker by LightingHawk007
Jill Valentaine by LittleMissWesker
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xnalara

Description
Wild chest pain brought me back from the old days. There was a feeling that the heart is breaking. I'm not easily opened her eyes and saw over a white ceiling. Chest pain had subsided a little, but it is only possible to see other pain spreading throughout the body. Who is tearing me apart. In his eyes filled with tears. Oh, what a weakness, I was always confident that he would never become a cry of pain.
Why am I still alive? Or I woke up only to die? How many times I was on the verge of death ... but never so close before.
I blinked. For some reason I thought that the rain. But the cold drops on the face, I do not feel it. Opened her eyes again and turned her gaze all in the same white ceiling. Does not look like he had something on stormy sky, which I saw while we were falling ... But then ... where am I? ..
Above his head is something irritatingly peak. But I was afraid to turn my head ... A few minutes later, I realized that peak is not only something over my head, but somewhere nearby, a little apart from me.
Maybe I still have died? A living person can not experience all the pain and stay alive ...
Struggling with myself, I still turned my head ... and almost choked on the surging, literally swept my head with rage and desperate anger. Wesker was lying about five meters away from me in a hospital bed. His hands and feet were bandaged in different places, he lay motionless, his eyes were wide open ... and he looked all the same ill-fated ceiling, which was a few minutes ago was my object of study. I do not know what I was thinking ... Wesker thinking whether he is now about something or just sleeping with his eyes open ... but ... what the hell is he still alive? We fell interminably long ... into a deep gorge ... and I do not even remember how we fell ... And in the end, I'm dying, and he has not even a fracture! Hate.
My chest burned again all the pain, and I involuntarily groaned. Most would have took me death. Unbearable to know that the man you hate most in the world and is ready to give everything for a unique opportunity to kill him, lying beside and better. Most likely he is now weak, but I did not mean that I can not try to kill him, I can not even move.
I closed her eyes, exhausted. Anger, rage and anger at herself sucked out of me all the vital juices. Somehow suddenly I felt so empty ... But the pain remained ...
All in vain ... All life ... What I could achieve? How much more is left of what I wanted to do was to say? ..
Machine is considered my pulse and pulse Wesker, peak time, almost in unison. So it is strange ... As our lives are connected to one ... and though my faded, it only adds vitality. But even that I do not care.
- Chris ... - I whispered. Or ... I thought whispered?
Chris ... I did the best I could. I'm sorry ... but you did ... more

I only made picture text belong their author
[link]

models
Albert Wesker by LightingHawk007
Jill Valentaine by LittleMissWesker
Other models belong to their autors

made in
xnalara