Rebecca

For being July, the water is freaking cold. "Sherry!" I called out again, my voice shaking as badly as the rest of me by now.

"Chris, let go!" I suddenly heard Richard yell. I looked up just in time to see Chris, along with part of the bank, tumble into the bank.

I was jerked under the water, completely submerged into it. I surfaced, searching in the dark for Chris, calling his name.

"Rebecca, are you alright?" Barry asked.

"I can't find Chris!" I wasn't sure if my eyes stung from tears or the cold water.

Something brushed against my leg; wet denim. I went under the water and grabbed it discovering it was Chris's leg. I felt along, finding his shirt and pulling it above the water.

"Chris?" I shook him as much was I could even though I knew it wasn't helping matters. "God damn it, wake up!" I told him.

I looked around, trying to find a place to pull him up; I saw that we were a lot further downstream than before. I tried swimming and pulling him with me to the other bank. After my struggle, I finally felt rocks under my feet.

With a surprising surge of strength, I pulled him out of the water. My heart was racing as I searched for his heartbeat. I pressed my lips to his to give him air; he started coughing as I pulled away.

"Chris, are you alright?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I think so, what about you?"

"Just a bit banged up," I told him.

"Becca, your shirt is red," he said to me.

I looked down at my once light green shirt to see he was right; I had splotches of red all over my shirt. "I'll be fine," I said to him.

"Rebecca?" I heard someone say; I quickly recognized the voice to be Sherry's; I got up and started searching for her again.

"Sherry!?"

A second later, thin arms wrapped around me. I hugged her back, knowing I was really crying now.

"Are you alright?" I asked her, kneeling down in front of her. It was hard to check for injuries here; there were more trees. I took her back to the bank, closer to Chris. He gave me a thumbs up before I directed my full attention back to Sherry.

"I'm fine, except my toe hurts. I think it's broken, but it'll heal," she said.

I hugged her again. "Thank god," I whispered.

"Becca?" I heard Chris say as I stumbled back. I fell back into his arms, and the last thing I saw was him looking down at me.

"You're an idiot," I heard Wesker's smooth voice tell me.

"What happened?" I asked, opening my eyes to see the bright lights of the hospital around me. "Are Chris and Sherry alright?" I asked him.

"They're fine. Sherry broke her left big toe and Chris is at work," he told me.

"What day is it?" I asked him.

"Saturday. You've been unconscious only since last night."

"What happened?" I repeated.

"Barry and Richard found me after they said Chris fell into the 'creek.' We went around the creek and found Chris holding you while Sherry was sitting a little bit off."

"I can imagine who you were happier to see," I told him.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" he asked me.

"You care more about Sherry then you do me," I said softly.

"I was worried about you," he told me. "I was relieved to know that Sherry was alright, but seeing you unconscious and bleeding was not something I enjoyed seeing!" he said. I think this is the first time I've seen him lose his cool. "And you're even more of an idiot if you think I don't care about you."

I didn't say anything for a moment-what does one say to that? But I didn't have to say anything as he leaned over, cupped my face, and kissed my lips softly.

"Do you want to go home?" he asked me after he had pulled away. "I brought you some clothes from home."

"Yeah, I'd like that," I told him.

"Alright, I'll go get the nurse," he said to me, getting up and walking out of the room.

As he left, I looked around. I was attached to anything except the heart monitor, so I figured I should wait, so I wouldn't set off the alarm.

The nurse came in, bustling around. "You're very lucky they found you when they did," she told me. "I didn't tell this to Mr. Wesker, but any longer might've put you in a dire state."

"Excuse me?" I heard him say.

The nurse flushed red. "Oh, nothing Mr. Wesker," she said before quickly leaving.

"I hate hospitals," Wesker muttered under his breath. "I'll let you get ready," he told me before stepping out.

I slowly got off of the bed, my chest and stomach hurting. As I took the hospital gown off, I saw that some of my wounds now had stitches. I sighed as I dressed in a white undershirt, thin plaid overshirt, and a denim skirt. I slipped into my flip-flops before leaving the room.

"Are we going to the office now?" I asked him. "It's only eleven o'clock; you could probably get some work done," I told him.

"Do you want to go to work?" he asked me in return.

"Not really, it's just that I thought you would want to..." I said softly.

"It's not always about me."

"It's just that you're the one with a car," I reminded him, "and sometimes people just have to compromise on things like these."

"I'm starting to think you're on drugs," he told me.

"Why's that?" I asked him.

He shrugged as he opened the car door for me. I sunk into the leather seats as I took a deep breath of the car-it smelled like Wesker. Pure Wesker and I freaking loved it.

We drove home, the radio filling the air; otherwise it would've been utter silence.

"One of these days, the drive home won't be so awkward between us," I told him. I glanced over at him, having taken up my usual pose of leaning against the door.

"Or you'll simply get start driving your own car again," he told me, a smirk on his lips.

I fell silent again. Getting the keys would involve going back to the apartment.

"Yeah. One of these days," I repeated before leaning against the door once again.

Author's Note:Did I make Wesker seem mushy? I find myself straying down the OOC path, or at least to my own mind. Please review (good and/or bad)!

~HolleringHawk65