A/N: A virus can never be cured, once you have it, you have it forever. A bacteria, however, can be cured. But it's not a virus. Anyway, they mysterious C.R is introduced in this chapter, and we find out how much she means to Piers, and emotionally, he's becoming more unstable. This is a short chapter, just a quick introduction, and a bit of sad dialogue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.

Promise

Heavy high heels collided with smooth tiles down a long hospital hallway. A white lab coat trailed behind the beautiful blond doctor who kept a steady pace as she walked with a tray of food in her hands.

This woman, she was mysterious, very mysterious. She'd worked in this facility of tortured souls for a while now, and, until recently, for she had slipped a note of hope under a door, had kept her whereabouts unknown to many, especially the patients. Not only was it safe for her, but it was safe for the patient as well. As far as she was concerned, relationships would only end in disaster, something she'd seen too much of.

She'd known the facility well; it's walls, its doors, its occupants. Ever since she'd been saved and pardoned from her crimes, she'd been forced to do the biding of the government. Besides, she knew the virus well, so why not help out those infected.

She turned her on her heels, her I.D swinging as she did so. The food remained, however, completely motionless, as it was a small amount. The patient who would be eating it never ate much, only small bites.

Carla Radames had never dreamed she'd be trying destroying what she created, especially when the intention of it had been revenge. It wasn't until she was caught and made tangible once again that she'd realized what she'd done, what hate and revenge had done to her.

The virus was a virus, and like the flu, it couldn't be cured. It was not a bacterium. It had a mind of its own, a mind of its own being the very reason many were kept in the facility and carefully monitored.

Carla was doing everything she could to help, and recently, she'd become attached to one patient in particular.

Piers Nivans...

She saw him when he first arrived from the underwater facility, covered in blood and a bit traumatized by the events that had taken place. He kept on babbling about this terrifying voice in his head, telling him that he had to kill Chris Redfield. Carla knew that these were effects of the virus, and that his blood thirst would only get worse if left untreated.

The only option was solitary confinement until they could find a cure strong enough to "sustain" it. Again, a virus could not be cured.

So, here was Carla, kneeling by his door as she did often, listening into the room for any kind of noise that might seep through the slot underneath. She listened and heard nothing, not even so much as a stir.

She thought of the note on the napkin she'd sent him, a simple three worded note.

Love C.R

"He must be asleep," she said to herself, sliding the tray under and turning to leave. Suddenly, however, a sharp but silent, wait, caused the doctor to stop in her tracks.

She turned towards the door again, and replied cautiously, "Yes?"

She never really spoke to patients, or she never spoke to patients as confined as this one. She leaned her ear on the door, and heard a relieved sigh at her reply.

"Does your first name start with C?" he asked his voice barely above a whisper. He seemed to really want the answer; he seemed to really want it to be yes.

Carla stopped for a while, not wanting to answer the question completely straightforward.

"Did you slip the note under my door?" he asked again, his voice still soft, but it's tone excited. This was only expected, though, for someone who had had such limited contact to the world, to hear the voice of another human was positively exciting.

Carla didn't want to crush his spirits, nor did she want to give out her identity to a patient, so she treaded carefully.

"Ye_Maybe," she said her tone playful "is it very important to you?"

"Yes," Piers said, his voice pleading, "it's very important to me. I need to know who it was, because someone cares about me, at least I'm not completely alone."

Carla paused for a second. The last part was drawn and weary, "at least I'm not completely alone." , and Carla felt her hardened heart ache for him.

They were so alike.

For a short while, neither talked, until Carla broke the ice. She didn't want to abandon him, and as much as she hated it, she was already attached.

"If you try to eat your food, when I come and pick up your tray later, then I'll tell you," she said, her voice as calm as possible, despite the fact that she felt a few tears stinging her eyes.

"Really?" Piers shouted, and immediately lowered his voice, "In that case, I'll eat...Even if I'm not hungry, as long as you promise to come back."

Carla could hear his voice wavering, a crack evident in it. She knew that he was probably on the verge of tears, just as she was. The worst part though was that he actually acknowledged his loneliness.

He wasn't crazy like these other patients, he was aware of what wasn't going on around him, and the fact that someone talked to him...it made him feel loved.

"Piers..." she didn't know what to say, she had to leave though so she had to make it quick, "everything's going to be okay."

And with that, she could hear soft sniffs from the other side of the door, letting her know she'd hit his weak spot.

"I wish I could say the same," he said his voice weak and laced with tears.

"Pier's, I've got to go, but, everything will be okay, I promise. I'll look after you, okay. It's a promise."

"Promise?" he asked, hesitant as an abused child. She could hear the creaks in the door, she could hear him leaning in, wanting to hear her repeat that word, to seal their agreement, to be there for him.

"Promise," she restated, evidently confident and sure. She heard him sigh a sigh of relief and lean off of the door.

Another sniff, and Piers replied, "Thanks."

"No problem, goodbye," and with that, Carla made her leave down the hallway, a new space carved deeply in her heart, a space for Piers Nivans.

Please review, I'd really appreciate that. I'm thinking of a killer story for Leon and Luis, I hope you like that one if I post it. This story is short, so it will be done soon. Critiques are allowed, just no flames, and if you say something stupid, do not disable your email so I can't reply to you. Someone did that and I was so angry. Anyway, hope you like it, God bless.