After the operation, Amber went to sleep. Kevin walked up to me and said, "I'm sorry I did that. It was really out of line." "Forget it." I replied sharply. "Did you men what you said?" he asked me. "What did I say?" I replied nervously. "When you said you needed me." he said slowly. I hastily turned around and said quickly, "I don't know what I mean anymore." "That so?" he replied coldly. "You seemed to know what you meant when Amber was covered in parasites and when Brian killed himself." "Oh, fuck you!" I cried. "Just fuck you! Goddammit I am sick of your bullshit, Ok! Why do you hate me so much? What the fuck did I ever do to you?" Sobbing and hysterical I could hear Anya's voice in my head saying 'Stop being such a crybaby! Just beat that mother fucker up!' I took a shot at Kevin, as he stood there paralyzed. I landed my fist in his face with a sickening crack. Wesker, who had been watching the whole thing with detached fascination, burst into maniacal laughter. "I don't think any of my chicks did that when I pissed them off!" he giggled breathlessly. "Shut the fuck up Wesker!" shouted Kevin, who was nursing a split lip. He had blood all over his lip. I leaned over and cleaned it off out of habit. The intimacy of the situation was startling. When I looked at him his tear-streaked face and loving eyes, I realized how he was, how weak we all were because of this situation. I saw it and I was afraid.