Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil in any way.
WARNING: Yaoi, strong language, gore and violence.
Chapter 3
"Chris.."
He felt delicate fingers touch his cheek gently, tapping them against his soft skin trying to wake him up while whispering something he could not make out. He didn't want to awaken, he was too damn tired. He could smell a sweetness in the air like a smell of fresh flowers.
"Chris...", the soft velvet voice whispered again.
The voice was so familiar but his mind could not match it. Chris fought the urge to open his eyes for his brain was telling him to sleep but then it hit him.
The pain.
His muscles tensed as he let out a gasp of air the sweetness disappearing, replaced by a sour and acidic taste in his mouth, overwhelming his sense of smell. His lower abdomen hurt like hell, his head was pounding and the back of it felt like it had been banged against a brick wall too many times. It felt like tiny needles were poking every part of his body and the fabric that covered him stuck to his sweaty form.
"Chris, are you okay?", the voice called out.
He opened his eyes slowly, looking up to see his sibling's worried sapphire eyes peering down back at him.
"Cl.. Claire...", he croaked, his voice hoarse and breathy.
She smiled lovingly at him bending down and pecking him on the cheek.
Chris could now make out his younger sister as he blinked a few times returning a weak smile.
She had her dark burgundy hair in her usual ponytail and her fringe was back neatly with a small silver clip. She wore a lavender turtleneck with worn out, dark wash jeans and grey trainers.
"Everything's okay Chris.", she spoke softly placing her hand on his.
As Chris tried to get his head around what was happening a sudden realisation dawned on him.
"Jill...", he coughed weakly.
"I need to see Jill.."
He placed his hands at each side of himself and was prepared to pull himself off of the bed only to be stopped by Claire and another unfamiliar woman who rushed at his other side placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Calm down Mr. Redfield, your friends are fine. You can go visit them when you get some rest.", she spoke in a modulated voice smiling sweetly as she poked a pen through her bun. Her hair was a smooth dark brown and her eyes a cloudy, muted grey.
"We got you all bandaged up for you seemed to have passed out from a wound on the back of your head. You must not have noticed it, but you'll be good to go in no time.", she pointed at Chris' head which had a bandage wrapped snugly around it.
"I'll give you two some privacy."
Claire nodded politely at the nurse as she grabbed some papers and made her way out of the room.
She turned back to her brother and sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair.
"How are you feeling?", she asked quietly once the nurse shut the door.
"In pain but otherwise good.", he answered sarcastically, a smile on his face.
"Where am I? How did I pass out?", he questioned. "Wheres... Wesker?"
Claire's expression of love and worry changed suddenly to one of hatred at the sound of his name being called. There was a moment of silence but then she smiled once again placing her hands on her knees.
"Your in hospital across from HQ... the pilot couldn't get you to wake up.", she spoke gently, tieing her ponytail back into place for it had come loose.
"He said Wesker woke up, apparently freed himself from the cuffs and hit you in the head just after the helicopter landed. He tried to escape but..."
Chris now confused as he peered at his sister who had lost eye contact with him as she stared off into the distance putting a loose hair behind her ear.
"He was shot down..."
"By Jill."
There was another tense silence as Chris' brows furrowed, Claire finally locking eyes with his.
"Is he still alive?"
She nodded while sighing.
"Yeah, he was taken into surgery a while ago but the bullet was gone by the time they got him inside."
"Headshot..."
Chris smirked even though it seemed inappropriate. His worst enemy was still alive after all which meant he could get his answers.
"I spoke to her earlier. She said he was weak and his strength was gone but his quick healing ability was still there. Which explains why he survived and the bullet had fallen out."
"Hmm... strange..."
"Yeah..."
The two were silent for a while, not an awkward silent but a peaceful silent, embracing the calmness of the room.
"I heard about your partner..."
He was brought back to reality the moment, ruined.
Chris didn't want to remember didn't want to think. He closed his eyes tightly thinking of the young woman who risked her life for him and her people. He had never seen someone so determined, someone so strong in what she believed in. She didn't deserve to die.
"I'm really sorry."
"It's all my fault, If I just got to her in time..."
"Chris, It's not your fault. I know it will eat you inside but you can't blame yourself."
Chris nodded then rested his head back on the white pillows and pointed at the vase of flowers at his bedside.
"These from you?", he questioned while smiling up at his baby sister.
"The team actually..", she smiled back. "...and from me."
She watched as Chris let out another long yawn while rubbing his eyes.
"You were not passed out for long I bet you're tired. I'll leave you get some rest.", she stood while grabbing her small bag from the tile floor at the side of the chair.
"You don't have to..."
"Chris... you need to rest, we can talk in the morning.", she stated seriously while walking away.
"Alright.", he chuckled. "Don't hurt me."
She rolled her eyes playfully at him placing one hand on her hip.
"Oh I almost forgot, I brought some clean clothes over for you. Their in the cupboard above the sink." She smiled again and left the room shutting the door gently before waving a small goodbye.
Chris smiled to himself and decided to get some rest for he had a long day ahead of him.
"Good morning Mr. Redfield, how are you feeling today?"
He peered at the same nurse he saw last night who helped him out, she was placing a small tray at his bedside. It was still dark but then the sound of curtains opening and the sunlight filling the dull room caused him to shut his eyes tightly. After a moment of adjusting to the brightness he opened his eyes once again.
"I'm fine, thanks.", he replied scratching his head, he was annoyed he had been woken up so early.
"I've brought you something to eat, you are free to go later if you're feeling fine.", she spoke in a chirpy tone handing him the tray of food.
"Also your sister called and said she won't be able to make it this morning but she can come and pick you up in a few hours."
"Thanks."
She nodded silently and went to check the clipboard at the end of his bed. Chris picked up his spoon and shoved down some porridge. The nurse tapped her pen on her thigh and ticked some sheets while smiling as he gagged then jugged down the glass of milk.
"Say... I saw a blonde tall man around here, he seemed to be mumbling your name. Do you know him?", she asked innocently as she put the clipboard back into place.
"He was wearing sunglasses and a lot of black leather when they brought him in, and was handsome too.", she giggled.
Chris almost choked from the words coughing and gagging trying to catch his breath.
"Oh my God!", she ran over to him quickly grabbing him a glass of water that was there since last night and handed it to him as he coughed violently. He chugged it down quickly and ran his hand through his hair breathing heavily and glaring at the nurse who could not look him in the eyes.
After a moment of silence Chris finally spoke up.
"...I...I Don't know him..."
The nurse feeling a bit awkward decided to leave him be.
"Ermm... You can leave whenever your ready. Just come down to reception and sign out.", she said in a hurry as she took the tray away and walked out of the room almost tripping as she fled.
Chris sighed heavily and decided to get changed and call Claire later but first he was going to see Wesker.
He wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe it was a different man in the hospital? Nope he was sure it was Wesker besides he did suffer injuries at the ship but it wasn't like he cared anyway. He needed to get answers from him and now was a good chance to do so.
He got out of bed in a hurry, anxious and nervous to see the man. He grabbed his clothes that Claire had told him about and dressed quickly forgetting about his shower. Taking the bag, he rushed out of the room shutting the door and started to walk down the corridor.
He was greeted by a few doctors as he made his way down the hall to reception, the smell of disinfectant getting weaker as he walked out of the hospital ward for patients.
"Chris!"
He had reached the reception and could see Jill smiling softly but she wasn't wearing her normal attire. She was in a bathrobe and slippers. Cautious, he walked to her smiling but nervous to see if everything was alright. When he reached her they hugged quickly Jill's now blonde hair brushing his cheek. Once they parted his brows wrinkled in vexation when he saw her properly. She was very pale, her eyes were dull and had bags under them and she looked very ill in general.
"Jill... Why are you here? Are you sick?", he asked suddenly causing her to give him a fake smile.
"I'm fine Chris. The director wanted me to be checked out for this was the first time he had seen me in years. He thinks Wesker brought me back from the dead or something..."
She laughed even though the situation was not a bit amusing. He looked her over worry in his eyes.
"You really do look sick Jill."
She fixed her bathrobe and smiled at him.
"They took some blood tests. Now we are waiting for results."
The two turned their heads at the sound of her name being called. A middle aged doctor walked to them papers in hand.
"Ms. Valentine, if you don't mind we can continue with one more test. Then you can rest, follow me.", he interrupted in a low suspicious voice.
Jill frowned and turned back to her partner placing her fragile hand on his shoulder.
"I have to go now, don't wait up for I won't see you until tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow? But..."
"I mean it Chris.", she whispered. She looked him over once, he could there was something she wasn't telling him but he didn't want to upset her by askin.
She started to walk away from him following the doctor.
"I'll come by tomorrow!", he shouted towards her as she waved to him.
"I promise."
He didn't understand what was really happening but he hoped for the best as Jill and the strange doctor disappeared from sight down the white corridors.
He sighed heavily shaking his head wandering about Jill until his thoughts returned to Wesker who could be roaming the premises for all he knew.
He turned to the receptionist's table smiling at the woman behind the desk.
"My name is Chris Redfield. I would like to sign out please."
"Alright one minute please.", she smiled politely turning to her computer and typing up something as Chris fiddled with his bag.
After a moment she turned back to him.
"Okay your free to leave Mr. Redfield.", she spoke while adjusting her glasses.
"Thanks."
He was about to turn and leave until he remembered another thing to ask the woman.
"Ehh... Is there an Albert Wesker here? He was taken into surgery I believe." , he asked nervously making the woman raise her eyebrow.
"Let me check for you."
She turned back to her computer once again. Chris glanced around the room trying to spot the blonde man.
"Ahem...", the receptionist coughed while looking up at Chris.
He turned back to her quickly.
"He is resting right now but you can go and see him. Shall I let him know your here? Are you a friend or relative?", she asked.
Chris struggled for a moment deciding to go with 'friend' for if he said neither she would most likely not have let him in.
"No it's fine, I'm just a friend..."
"Okay... he is in room 06 down that corridor to the left.", she pointed across the room.
He glanced behind him and thanked the woman before leaving in a hurry, a lump in his throat.
As he neared the corridor his palms started to sweat as he took deep breaths and counted the steps he took in his head. He had to do this for Jill,Sheva and the BSAA or else this whole thing would have been a waste of time. It would have been better to wait but he was too impatient.
His steps slowed as he realised he was outside the door of the blondes room.
He didn't know what he was doing or what he was going to say to the man, if he was even conscious.
Chris touched the handle of the door and opened it slowly as if Wesker would pounce on him any second.
The door was opened fully as Chris stepped in silently making sure to place his bag down on the floor without a sound.
He turned and shut the door firmly and walked a few steps towards the bed.
The room was dark, the only source of light was a bit of sunshine peeking through the white curtains.
He neared the bed as he noticed the sound of a monitor beeping and low breaths coming from under the blanket.
He was nervous but he didn't know why. He faced the man before, he was always nervous with him even back in S.T.A.R.S. but this time it was different.
He noticed the blanket rising and falling gently as the breaths continued, the blanket was wrapped around the form tightly and his blonde hair was disheveled as strands of it covered his face. He lay on his back, his eyes tightly shut as Chris neared the bed.
As he stood at his bedside he could make out more of his facial features. His eyes had dark bags under them, his brows were furrowed and his lips a thin line.
Chris stood there watching the man, listening to every heavy breath he took. He didn't know what to do at the moment but he felt a strange emotion towards the blonde man. He couldn't put his finger on it as he observed how his chest rose and then fell and the way his eyelids seemed to twitch as if he was trying to open them.
It was like he was mesmerized by the blonde, not being able to take his eyes off of him. He had never seen him so closely and personally, so exposed.
"Wesker...", Chris mumbled feeling uneasy.
No more than five seconds later Wesker's fingers twitched causing the monitor to beep faster and louder. Chris panicked but didn't move as if glued to the spot. He just stood there frozen like a statue as Wesker's body started to tremble violently. His mind went blank and his eyes would not focus on what was in front of him anymore.
After a moment the beeping stopped suddenly, the older mans body becoming still again. The door was shoved opened and a doctor rushed in, a stethoscope around his neck.
"Sir, are you family? If not I must ask you to leave please.", He rushed to the side of the bed briskly eyeing the monitors then Wesker.
"Ehh, I'm his...", Chris began, pondering on what to tell him. He needed to stay here and make sure Wesker didn't try to escape until someone would take his place, he doubted the people who ran the hospital knew who this man was, it would cause too much trouble. The BSAA didn't want things like 'a man with super powers tried to take over the world with a deadly virus that would turn everybody into giant black ugly blobs.' on the news.
"I'm his Brother."
Wow first I didn't know him then he was my friend and now he's my brother.
The doctor gave him a 'Yeah... right' look but asked no questions as he checked the monitor and then went to pull Wesker's blanket down to his chest. He removed the stethoscope from his neck and placed it under his hospital gown listening to his breaths.
Chris decided to take a seat at the end of the room as the doctor continued with his work. He decided after he would finish Chris would contact the director and ask him to send agents to guard the room even if it looked suspicious to the public eye.
"Well he seems to be fine. I'm sure you know what happened to him correct?", the doctor spoke up suddenly causing Chris to stiffen a little.
"Ehh yeah, when will he wake up?"
"I would say in around twenty four hours. I'm not sure what happened with that bullet for Mr. O'Bryan would not tell us, but I'm sure that is the cause for him to have passed out like that. He may experience dizziness when he wakes up so let us know if there is any problems. "
Chris nodded at the doctor as he flipped some sheets on a clipboard and ticked off something. He turned and left the room calmly shutting the door.
Okay obviously they have no idea who he is. Unless he's a very good actor.
Chris' patients was running low as he decided to leave and contact the BSAA. Of course he didn't want to leave the man but then again he needed to find out what the hell was going on around here. He had been in this hospital before after some rough missions and he knew there was some pay phones near the exit.
He left the room and walked back out the corridor to where he had talked to the receptionist. He saw a sign above him in green.
Exit.
He followed the arrow to the large metallic doors and searched for the pay phone. He found it almost instantly walking to it and dialing a number.
After a few rings he could hear a voice on the other end.
"Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance Director, O'Brian speaking."
What a mouthful.
"Sir this is agent Redfield speaking..."
"Chris? I thought you were in the hospital."
"Ehh yeah I still am, I just thought we could discuss the situation."
He could hear a laugh on the other end.
"I expected this from you. What is it?"
"It's Wesker sir."
There was a silence encouraging Chris to continue.
"I mean he is a dangerous man and you leave him unguarded like that sir. Don't get me wrong, I understand the risks involved but I would like to request someone to come down here."
"I'm afraid that is out of the question Chris. Imagine if the public found out about this. We can't risk bringing agents to a hospital, they're already suspicious. We did discuss bringing them undercover but in Mr. Wesker's state the hospital wouldn't allow constant visitors. I know things are bad but he is passed out for now and once he wakes up he will be transfered to the BSAA and we will take it from there. I suggest you go home and relax and if you must, you can come down to my office tomorrow morning for a meeting."
"Sir? I would like to ask for permission to question him right away after the transfer."
"Alright, as long as you go home for the rest of the day. I'm sure Claire has missed you alot."
He always has to use my sister against me.
"Yes sir."
He hung up the phone sighing once again. He had faced hell, Sheva was dead but surprisingly enough, he didn't want to rest but he knew he had to. Since he was at the pay phone he might as well call Claire to pick him up.
He dialed another number that he knew from mind waiting for a reply.
"Hello? Claire speaking."
"Claire It's Chris, can you come pick me up?"
"I was just about to. Be there in a bit."
"Thanks, see you soon."
"Bye."
Hey guys :) Soo I have not updated for a long while because I was busy with exams and I have a lung infection and just got around to finishing this chapter. I can safely say that I think it's okay? Well for me it is. It's kinda boring since everything has calmed down and it really revolved around explaining Wesker's situation but I hope you enjoy it none the less. I added in some parts at the last minute because I sorta forgot Sheva died and nothing was mentioned about her and I got all y u no put anything about Sheva in you heartless piece of -. Damn Wesker's gonna be angry. LOL! Next chapter will start with Chris at home. I think.. Will start it soon! Finished this at 2:33 am. My puppy keeps making strange noises distracting me... Reviews are appreciated and criticism is welcome.
Thank you!
