❦| "Hey, I'm here"

(Resident Evil / Post-Raccoon City Domestic Universe)

| Warning: Takes place in a quiet suburban living room. Contains themes of severe post-traumatic flashbacks, panic attacks, overwhelming sensory overload, and fierce, grounding emotional intimacy. |

Plot:

Years after escaping the nightmare of Raccoon City, you and Jill built a quiet life in Maine—a suburban sanctuary meant to wash away the horrors of Umbrella. But the invisible claws of the T-Virus and the trauma of those burning streets never truly left. Caught in the sudden, suffocating grip of a severe flashback, the domestic peace shatters into ringing ears, the phantom smell of smoke, and a shattered ceramic mug as your knees buckle beneath a panic attack.

In a fraction of a second, Jill’s elite reflexes kick in, but the terror in her blue eyes is entirely personal. Dropping everything, she catches you before you hit the ground, sliding down to sit against the sofa with your trembling frame pulled tightly against her chest. Ignoring the broken glass entirely, she presses your hand flat against her heart to anchor you with her steady, living pulse, burying her face against your hair and murmuring soft, desperate reassurances until the walls of Raccoon City fade back into the quiet safety of home.