Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to the Resident Evil series. *Sigh* All of that belongs to Capcom.

I just had this oneshot floating around and I decided to write it down. I know it's pretty short but I think it turned out ok. I hope you enjoy it!

Chris collapsed to the floor. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Blood coated his dry, cracked, lips, and tiny droplets of the crimson liquid collected at the edges of his lips. He coughed and watched in amazement as blood, his blood, sprayed out from his mouth. He felt unconsciousness tug at him. No…it was death. Darkness encroached on his vision, and he let out a pathetic whimper. A pitiful attempt at a cry for help. Any help.

Footsteps suddenly filled the hallway. Chris could only watch the door. His arms and legs remained still as blood poured from his wound. The footsteps stopped in front of the door. 'Damn…I can't move…' Chris squeezed his eyes shut and waited for his death. Waiting for the killing blow, he was surprised when it didn't come. Instead, the door was slammed shut and he felt a pair of hands turn him onto his back. His eyes opened a slit and that's when he saw her.

She was beautiful. Dark, luscious hair tied back in to a ponytail. Warm brown eyes that gave him hope, a little hope, that she was there to help him. To save him. He was pulled out of his hazy stupor when he felt her gloved hands lift up his shirt to inspect his wound. She let out a soft "tsk" and reached into her pouch. She pulled out a small syringe with a little bit a clear liquid. Chris knew what it was. He let out another pitiful whimper. He wanted the drug…no…he needed it. The pain was just too much. She seemed to understand because she swiftly pricked the needle into his muscular arm, and injected the contents.

She watched with those soft brown eyes as his expression of pain turned to one of ease. He let out a soft breath and let the darkness overtake him.

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Consciousness slowly seeped back into Chris' world. He let out a soft groan. He was surprised and a little frightened when he couldn't move anything from his neck down. The door creaked open and the soft footfalls of boots came closer. It was the one who saved him.

"W-w…" his voice gave out from disuse and fatigue. He cleared his throat and gave it another shot. "Why can't I move?"

"I gave you a muscle relaxant. It'll wear off soon. For the meantime, you should stay here resting. Your injuries are pretty bad."

Chris nodded.

"I'll be outside. Someone's got to watch out for those things…" Then the door opened and creaked shut again.

He let out a soft chuckle which sent a sharp pain through his chest. He'd have to thank her for saving his ass once again. He looked to the closed door, knowing that she was outside patrolling the area. 'Thanks partner.'

That's it! I hope you liked it! I sort of have another oneshot floating in my head. Maybe I'll post it!