6 for weskertine please?
…on a falling tear.
Wesker carried Jill’s broken body in his arms away from the bottom of the cliff, cradling her gently and trying not to incur any further damage. He could feel her, limp and close to death in his arms.
She regained consciousness briefly, as he carried her into the bay of the transport craft. She was barely lucid.
He put a gloves hand gently on her face.
“Captain?” she murmered, looking up at him with fluttering eyelids, her eyes teary. She was so pale. “It hurts…”
Wesker watched a tear start to roll down her cheek, and he leaned in and caught it with his lips in a soft kiss.
“Stay with me, Jill. I will take care of you.
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