Chris woke to Jill's voice. "Oh God, Chris! Chris, wake up!" Her tone was urgent and scared.
"What? What is it?" He pushed his face up away from the pillow and blocked his eyes from the sun. She was sitting up in bed. Her hands pressed against her cheeks, the tips of her fingers being under her eyes. Tears were forming in the corner of the gray blue orbs he loved so much. He sat up and moved her hands down. "What's wrong?"
She looked at him, that is, turned her head towards him. Her eyes didn't focus.
"I can't see." The statement was said with such certainty and fear that it sent a shiver down his spine. "I can't see..." The tears spilled over as they sat there together.
He put his hands over hers on the side of her face, his thumbs wiping the salty drops away. "Shh... Calm down, babe..."
"How..." Her breathing hitched. "How can I calm down? I'm bli..." she trailed off, unable to finish the word.
"It's gonna be okay, Jill. I'll call Rebecca, okay? She'll know what to do." He pulled her against his chest and kissed her temple. She curled against him, tears still streaming down her face.
"No, it wasn't gradual. She woke up that way... We don't know why it's happened, that's why I'm calling you! ... Yeah, Bec', sorry. You know why I'm acting like this... Yeah, I'll drive her over... Bye." Chris hung up, putting his cellphone back in his pocket. Jill was curled up on the couch, listening to his conversation. "Jill, we have to go to-"
"I heard..." she whispered quietly. He sat down besides her, and she turned towards him. Her sightless eyes were directed at his face but, once again, did not focus on him. "Help me to the car?"
"Of course." They stood and he took her hand, kissing it before guiding her through the house and out to the car. She sat in the passenger's side and fumbled for the seatbelt. "Do you want me to he-"
"I've got it." Her voice was filled with a strength that came with fear. Shakey and not very firm. It was more to prove it to herself than to him.
The drive was quiet. She 'stared' out the window, not wanting to speak. Her long, still blond hair fell over her face. Chris reached over and set his hand on her knee, squeezing gently. She put her own hand on his.
They arrived at the clinic Rebecca worked at a half an hour later. He got out first, opening the door for her and helping her get out. Once again, he led her inside and had her sit down in the waiting room. "I'll go check us in." She nodded. He approached the main desk. The secretary looked up at him expectantly. "Uh, Jill Valentine for Dr. Chambers?"
"Oh, you can go right in. She's waiting in room three." Chris nodded and returned to Jill.
"C'mon, babe," he said softly. "She's waiting." Jill followed Chris' guidence to the room. Rebecca was standing just inside in what she'd call her typical day wear.
"Hey, Jill..." Jill mumbled her reply as Chris helped her sit on the examination table. He pulled up a chair besides her and held her hand all the while. "I need to check your eyes, of course..." The medic's voice was slow and sad.
Jill bit back a frustrated retort of, "Well, they obviously aren't working!" Instead, she remained silent. As Rebecca shined light in her eyes (at least, that's what she had guessed Rebecca was doing), she spoke. "How's Billy?"
"Fine..." came the reply.
"Have you two set the date for the wedding?" Jill asked quietly.
Rebecca chuckled. "No. We've both got work and so much more on our plates."
"Well, it's been over ten years since you two met. Only five since you were reunited."
Rebecca shrugged, forgetting Jill couldn't see it. "And only a few months since you two were reunited." Chris squeezed Jill's hand, remembering having to pin her down and remove the jewel. "Jill, I know you'd rather not think about it, but can you see anything at all? Light, color, shapes? Anything?"
Jill shook her head. "Just a dark gray haze over everything. No shapes, no color. No light. Just... Nothingness."
Rebecca nodded and turned away. "Okay... It might be a late reaction to the P30. It's possible that all of it has only just left your system. It might even be temporary. But I'll need to run some tests. Blood work and all that."
Upon reaching their house again, Jill had Chris bring her to the bedroom. "I'll make us dinner, okay, love?" She nodded and curled up under the blankets.
She felt so weak, so vunerable. Each part of her mind was screaming at her, telling her about the hopeless situation she was in. She hated how she felt. She hated whatever made her lose her sight. She hated everything about it. New things kept popping into her mind that would be made near impossible. She would have to buy audio books, learn brail... So much. She wouldn't be able to be outside without someone guiding her. No more sitting up late with Chris, watching movies with the sound off, filling in the lines together.
Oh God, she hoped it was temporary.
"Jill? Dinners ready." He sat down at the edge of the bed, brushing back her hair. "Babe?" She looked up at him with cloudy unseeing eyes, tears on her face.
"I'm scared, Chris."