Jilleen Adel Simmons (absolutelysheba) wrote in aerilon_colony, @ 2012-02-15 22:21:00 |
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In a room on the twenty-second floor of the Paean Colonial Forces Medical Center, Jilleen Simmons stood in front of the window and looked out toward the skyline of Caprica City. Her arms crossed over her chest, she took a deep breath. She turned toward the hospital bed, and looked at James who was asleep with an IV drip tube attached to his arm. His eyes were swollen and his face was bruised and nicked with over a dozen small cuts he received from the explosion.
Her decision was made. She reached for her husband’s hand, when the door opened and her best friend walked in. “Jill,” said the red head.
“Bridge,” she let go of James’ hand and rushed to her best friend. “It’s all been a nightmare.” She hugged Bridget. Jilleen felt so much joy to see her after so many years, but this did not make sense. Her friend was dead.
“Stupid girl,” said Bridget.
“What?” Jilleen felt her friend push her away. “I don’t understand.” She looked back at James lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and then back at Bridget, confused.
“Why Jill, why did you do it?” said Bridget.
“You left me,” she replied looking back at her friend’s expression of disappointment. She reached for Bridget’s hand.
“Not good enough,” Bridget pushed her away again.
Jilleen tripped over backwards, and a white wash of light blinded her for a second. When her vision returned, she was inside a raptor and on the floor. The master warning alarm was going off. She scrambled to get back on her feet and to the cockpit as the raptor she was in was falling. She somehow managed to get into the co-pilot’s seat. The fires of a burning city below were growing larger as the raptor dived to the ground.