Chapter 4

Wesker entered the lab with Claire draped over his right shoulder, her bags on his left arm and his briefcase in his left hand. Claire wasn't heavy, she was very light. He estimated she was about 120 pounds, which for her height, 5 ft 4, was a bit thin.

He placed her bags down in the bedroom which would be hers. And then he placed her on the king-size bed. "Dearheart, it's time to wake up...Claire, come on, the sedative wasn't that strong". Wesker began to growl, Claire was defying his orders again. He knew her breathing was steady and the sedative only worked for 3 hours so she should be awake now.

She awoke groggily. "Ugh". She looked up at the stone body and face of the Tyrant looking down at her. "Sleep well dearheart? You passed out after we left the Mall. And no, you are not on a bed for the reason you are thinking of, so calm down. I need to take a blood test. I know I said no tests but I need to know why you passed out. If you wish to go back home now or later, I will not stop you". To his surprise she just nodded. "Ok, you can do the test and no, I don't want to go home." She regained her composure and stretched a bit. Wesker left and came back with a lab coat on and latex gloves. He brought a needle, syringe, an alcohol wipe and cotton wool ball too. She winced slightly at the needle going in. After he was done he gave her the cotton wool ball to hold on her arm. She sat up and he got her a cup of tea with more sugar in then she would have liked, but it would give her some energy.

Wesker analysed the blood, and found she was anemic. Her iron levels were very low. He had iron tablets there but he needed to determine the correct dose to give her. Too much and she could get very ill, too little and she could keep passing out. He decided to start her on 10 mg.

He told her of her anemia and gave her an iron tablet, which she took with her tea. He left her to rest but the Redfield stubbornness kicked in and she got up a few hours later. She found him working at his desk. He looked up and noticed her hair was down. It shone in the sunlight from his window. Auburn with bronze strands. He silently marveled at it's beauty, at her beauty. The sun illumated her pale skin. She looked like an angel.