Chapter 11: The Procedure

Author's note: Facepalm moment. I'm getting ready to make sure chapter 11 is edited right and whatnot, then what's this? No chapter 11?! I accidently erased it and it's gone from my laptop. So, after about ten minutes of raging and a few foul words that should not come from a lady (ha, lady. So not Me.), I rewrote the chapter. I hope I got everything in that was in the first draft and still is cohesive with the rest of the story. So anyways, while I say one more curse word, read on.

12hinata123: I think if Wesker could feel any sort of sympathy, it'd be pity. But I don't know. :P
Comix777: Will shall see if Bertie steps in. ;D
wolfspiritqueen: I wonder if Wesker would be good company? Maybe… :P
Mss. KB: Chris needs to hurry up and save Sheva! I love that you compared the last chapter to that scene in RE5. I think Sheva would feel at this point, very alone and maybe even betrayed. Maybe she feels she never really knew her mother and things are just not the way she thought they'd be. XOXO :)
Justsomegirl17: Time is seemingly slow right now… -.- Nah, your review wasn't short. :) Someone needs to lighten up the mood for Sheva! :P Arrivederci, bumble bee!
Sheva Redfield: I would react the same way too. :( Someone sprinkled a little sumin' sumin' in her drink maybe… Kidding :) XOXO
youweon: Thanks! Poor Sheva indeed. Bye bye! :)

-Sarai

Sheva shifted uncomfortably on the stainless steel table that acted as a bed for patients to lay on while experiments took place on the laying figure. She brushed the skimpy white medical sheet smooth on her body. She didn't understand why she had to wear this thing, and why it had to be so revealing. There was one white sheet covering the front side of her body and it was held down with tape. The same went for the backside, and it left the sides of her body, legs, and arms bare. The metal table she lay on chilled her bones and it almost seemed to be mocking her current predicament.

Dr. Bollard hovered over, checking her vitals and making sure she was secure in place. "I'm going to give you a sedative, Ms. Spencer—"

"It's Alomar," she spat at him with annoyance.

"Ms. Alomar," he corrected himself as he held back a scoff, "I'm giving you a sedative. You should fall asleep very soon and should be so for about five hours. You shouldn't feel any pain."

"You say shouldn't like you want it to," Sheva muttered as she continued to shift on the table.

He got the syringe ready, but he couldn't inject her with it unless she stopped moving, "Stay still."

She rolled her eyes and shifted a little more, "You try lying on this thing."

Bollard looked to the two way window on the south side of the laboratory and gave an irritated expression to the glass. Wesker held back a laugh at her stubborn attitude and the way she affected the scientist. He gave a nod to Bollard to signal for him to go on and sedate her. The sedative was actually his idea. He nor Bollard were aware of the results the experiment could have on her, so just to be safe, he wanted to make sure she couldn't feel anything and in case something went wrong, they had time to take care of it. Wesker held his breath as the sedative was being prepared, and he noticed how she would fidget with her hands. She pressed each finger to her thumb in a fast motion and then started up again, always starting with her forefinger. Must have been a nervous habit, he supposed.

Sheva finally stopped moving and starred up into the bright LED lights above her. If she stared long enough, maybe she'd go blind. But she didn't oppose the idea, because she was tired of looking up at this man hovering serums and syringes above her. She already had an IV and heart monitor on her right hand, so she was ready for the abundance of needles this 'doctor' had. She shut her eyes closed when Bollard inserted the needle into her IV and waited for the sedative to take effect. Sure enough, the lights above her were starting to spin, her eyesight was becoming foggy and everything looked like she was looking through a fish lens. Within 30 seconds, she was out cold.

Wesker watched closely from the small observation room connected to the lab. He could feel his blood become cold when Bollard lifted up a vial that looked like a DNA made of plasma for Wesker to see. He knew that this was the Progenitor virus and the scientist was readying the vial with a needle to inject into her blood stream. Time seemed to slow as the needle came closer to her skin and the sound of his breathing seemed to echo the small room. Just five inches until the needle came into contact with her skin…four…three…two…

Bollard gasped when a leather gloved hand gripped onto his wrist, keeping him from injecting his test subject with the virus. He looked up to find Wesker towering over him, holding his wrist in a vice. "Albert! What are you doing?" he shouted.

"The procedure won't go on," the tall blonde responded in the eerie calm voice that always made Bollard's spine shiver.

"It has to go on," the shorter old man shouted again, "It has to! She's my test subject and I say that this procedure goes on."

Bollard cried when Wesker twisted his wrist and shoved him back away from Sheva, "You talk too much." The old man whimpered as he clutched at his right wrist, bellowing out curses as he tried to nurse his limb.

Very carefully, Wesker pulled out the IV in her hand and unclamped the heart monitor from her finger. He scoped her up in one easy fluid motion and cradled her against his chest. He made sure her head was resting comfortably on his shoulder, and strode for the exit. He snarled at the sound of the scientist barking for him to come back and put her down, but he knew that he'd have his way with the old man soon.

Wesker was striding briskly down the hallway to Sheva's bedroom when Isaac ran after him, "Sir, what happened? Is everything alright?"

"Get her a change of clothing," he replied without out even looking at Isaac.

Isaac was pretty much jogging to keep up with Wesker, but he was doing his best to get a look at Sheva in his arms. From what he could tell, she didn't have any weird growth coming from her body, so that meant that either the experiment went well or it didn't even happen. He leaned on the possibility of the latter, because Wesker wouldn't be acting the way he was and taking her to her bedroom so soon after the procedure.

"What happened, sir?"

Wesker wanted to yell at the young man and order him to do as he said. But Isaac did nothing wrong, he was just concerned for the young girl in his arms. "I stopped the procedure."

Isaac stumbled for a moment and contemplated what he just heard, "You what? Why did you do that?"

"Because I did!" Wesker roared. His blood was pumping with adrenalin and the boy jogging beside him was the perfect person to take out his sudden anger on. They made it to the end of the hallway and Wesker opened the door very carefully, doing his best not to shake her around too much. Isaac followed behind and watched as Wesker set her down in her bed. "Get to it, Isaac," he barked.

Isaac nodded urgently and as he was about to leave, he turned and spoke firmly, "Thank you sir."

Golden eyebrows furrowed as Wesker looked back at him, "What are you thanking me for?"

"It's just, I didn't want to see her go through that, and you stopped it. So thank you."

Wesker was baffled for a moment, but nodded tightly, "Go on now. Oh, one more thing. Bring me phone records for Murphy Bollard. He's up to something."

Isaac was overly happy that Wesker could finally see something was wrong with the old man. He left the room in a hurry to find a change of clothing for Sheva and phone records of Bollard.

Wesker made sure the door was closed when he looked down at Sheva sleeping soundly on her bed. He pulled the covers over her body and pushed her bangs off her face. He pulled his hand away quickly when he realized his gaze was lingering on her lips and his hand was combing through her hair. He took many strides away from the bed and stared out the window into the setting sun.

Wesker knew better than to question himself, but he had to ask himself this one question, "What am I doing?"

"He stopped the experiment," Bollard screeched into the receiver of his phone, "He fucking stopped the experiment!"

"Calm yourself. We will still go on with the experiment. We'll just have to bring her here," a low voice spoke over the phone.

Bollard paced his office in shorts steps, "I can't believe he would do this. She's ours to deal with!"

A scoff was the reply, "She's mine, Murphy. Not ours."

"Right," the old man said, "What do we do now?"

It was silent for a long time on the phone, but after a few minutes, the low voice spoke again, "You will pack up all your work and come here. You will continue your research and I will work on getting the girl. Keep your mouth shut, Bollard. I don't want ole Wesker boy finding out what I have in store."

Bollard nodded frantically even though the person on the other line couldn't see, "Will do. Oh, I don't know if it's important, but he's told her about you and her heritage."

"Well, at least I won't have to deal with that part, now will I?"

A nervous laugh came from Bollard as he started calming down, "Right sir."

"If that is all, I will be hanging up now. Before I leave, Murphy, I don't want him touching my daughter. Do you understand?"

"But Elliot, if I go near him, he'll rip my head off. I can't stay here any longer," Bollard uttered rapidly.

"Hmm," Elliot Spencer huffed, "It wouldn't be too much of a loss. But still, I do need those papers. Hurry Bollard. I'm not a man of patience. I intend to have my daughter and Albert Wesker cannot have her any longer."

Author's note: Did you see that coming?! Elliot is alive and wants Sheva… Nooooo! :P

In the next chapter, I'm not going to say too much, because some pretty interesting things happen… Those who have been waiting for the romance to start, you'll be happy about the next chapter. And then the ending of the chapter I can't wait for you guys to read!

See you on Monday! -Sarai