(024) Twenty-Fourth Report [>>Audio -> Video]

[zerosuitjill]

[The sound of a muffled crash starts the feed: something heavy hitting something equally heavy, followed by the clatter of multiple objects falling. Labored breathing can be heard after; the occasional hiss of interference suggests the person must be nearly on top of the tablet's microphone.]

This is -- Valentine. Jill Valentine. [Her voice is as

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[satangotmylungs]

[His first thought? OH SHIT. His second thought? Should I even say anything? She told him not to come in, after all. No means no.

There's a good minute before he's at the door, rapping his knuckles loud enough to be heard through terrible, wracking pains. He tries to keep it soft enough not to make her panic, though he's not sure, exactly, how that would work.

Bare feet shuffle against the carpet as he thinks of what to say, while the kitten seems to come to attention near the door as well.]

Just my luck.

[And then, through the door:]

Need a hand?

[Action] jeez she's barely conscious and I still tl;dr

[zerosuitjill]

[Honestly, she knows that she does.

She knows her effort to take responsibility was ironically a little reckless -- but given what little time she had, it was all she could think to do.

She knows she needs help; the T-Virus aside, who knows what other infections she'll be exposed to while she lies here, or how long her makeshift bandage will stop the blood?

...And besides, Carlos was with her the first time and he was fine. He held her hand through the worst of it, even, despite that Jill was too numb to feel it most of the time...

But she doesn't take chances with lives (besides her own), and there's not sufficient time to explain everything. It doesn't help that her senses are serving as a pretty garbled filter to her mind at the moment, making clear thought extremely difficult -- and mixing memories. All she hears is a man's voice, and the hallucinations decide to play on it.]

...I... never told you...

[Her voice is soft, sad, but close to the door -- she collapsed all but in front of it.] ...I'm so sorry, Chris.

[Action] And then John just walks awaaayyyy

[satangotmylungs]

[John's thoughts are quite as garbled, nor is he taking a trip down horrifying memory lane. No, he's simply on the other side of the door with the kitten, which is looking at him as though to provide the answer to what's going on with its owner.

He's not sure about who Chris is, though memory seems to suggest he's her partner, and leaving it at that. He takes a moment to figure out what to do, but only says:]

Do I need to pick the lock or do you want me to break the door down?

[Action] rofl

[zerosuitjill]

[A pause, during which there's only breathing.

Then, slurred,] Don'... youdare...

[Which is as close as she can come right now to Chris Redfield don't you dare punch that door down I will kill you.

And the closest she can come to an explanation, in her current state, comes out as a lost murmur after another pause.]

...Category A, Biohazard Threat Level Four. Quarantine... two-zero-one. Code Black. Im...mediate...

[Voice]

[savedbyradishes]

[He's not going to yell. He's not. That'll only make it worse. But, man, that's a lot of blood, isn't it? How much blood do human bodies have in the first place? They can't have as much as he does, right?]

Gyll-Jill? Are you sure you don't need any help? You've got a lot of, uhm. Blood.

[Voice]

[zerosuitjill]

No. Fine. [Her voice comes out as firmly as it can, considering her state -- which is still pretty firm.]

Contagious... don't...

[Voice]

[savedbyradishes]

[Contagious is bad. That's, like, when she could give whatever she has to someone else. And that's bad.]

Do you...do you need anything? Is there anything I get you?

[Voice]

[zerosuitjill]

Gave -- orders.

Quarantine...

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[godlessblossom]

[Her voice is only a little worried.]

Jill? When you can, if you can, talk to me.

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[zerosuitjill]

[On some level, that's extremely relieving. There's no panic to counter with a choked argument, no explanation to be made just yet.

Her breathing audibly slows, and it's another moment before she manages to reply.]

Roger that. Present.

[It's soft, but there. The fact that she defaults to her work attitude when delirious probably says something about her -- but it's a reply.]

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[godlessblossom]

You are alive?

[The worry has lessened but there is no sign of panic.]

Will you live?

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[zerosuitjill]

...Affirmative.

[And that relief helps her think a little more clearly.] 'm immune. Fine.

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[fealty_to_none]

Jill? Blast, what is going on here...

Jill, can you answer me?

[Video]

[zerosuitjill]

[She's completely out of it by this point, her mouth moving before her mind gives any logical input into what comes out.]

Yessir. Status... compromised.

[She doesn't turn over the tablet, either, so all the screen shows is her carpet from where it fell over before.]

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[fealty_to_none]

[Oh this is not good. ]

Jill, I need your location.

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[zerosuitjill]

Negative... Quarantine...

[Pause]

...Our place... don't...

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[prodigalvampire]

[Empty night...] Jill. What's going on?

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[zerosuitjill]

[She may be talking, but there's an absence of mind in her tone that says she's not all there.]

Injuries... old injuries, I... think, I don't...

...be fine...

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[prodigalvampire]

You certainly sound like you'll be fine. [He heaves a sigh.] Tell me someone's coming for you.