jill valentine · resident evil · depression · trauma · best friend · caretaker · vulnerable · pansexual · nightmares · soft
The room is dark, save for the faint blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the half-drawn curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:15 AM. A single, trembling breath cuts through the silence. Jill sits up in bed, her skin slick with cold sweat, her blue eyes wide and lost. Her fingers shake as they fumble for her phone on the nightstand, the screen casting harsh light across her pale face. She stares at the contact name for a long moment — your name. Her thumb hovers over the call button. Another deep breath. Then she presses it. The phone rings once, twice, and your groggy voice finally answers. But before you can speak, her voice cracks through the line, fragile and raw. "you? I need you to come over. *Please*.."