CHAPTER 8
Wesker returned to the hospital. He walked to where Claire was being kept. She was still unconscious.
"How's the patient doctor?" he asked.
"She is fine the machines are doing their job." The doctor answered.
"Will she wake up?' he asked.
"Possibly we don't know how long it will take though could be days, weeks, months or even years it's hard to tell." The doctor answered. Wesker walked across to the bed and felt her fore head she was still quite cold.
"Can't you get some heat in here?" He asked.
"Wesker it's not like you to care about anyone but yourself." The doctor said before he left.
"He is right you know the longer you keep her the softer you get you are developing feelings for this girl aren't you." A woman said from behind him. He turned to see an old friend of his.
"Dr Anderson how nice to see you again." Wesker said. She entered the room and checked Claire's charts. She also had a look at her bruises.
"God these bruises are every where Wesker what did you do to this girl." She asked.
"Since when did you develop a conscience? " he asked in return.
"I have always had one I just put it to the side when working with umbrella it pays better than most jobs; that aside it doesn't mean that I agreed with anything they did." She answered. She stopped
"You beat her didn't you." She said. Wesker simply looked at her then turned away.
"She had to learn a lesson." He said.
"Wesker judging by these bruises you had to teach her quite a few times." She replied.
"That's very true if she had just learned to be good the first time she wouldn't have needed more beatings would she." Wesker said.
"You are a sick man Wesker beating someone like that." Doctor Anderson said.
"I think you had better leave doctor." Wesker said sternly.
"What or you will beat me too?" she asked before leaving. Claire's eyes began to move she then opened them.
"Oh fuck am I still with you why can't I just die." She said.
"Miss Redfield there is no need for language like that." Wesker said.
"Wesker I am past the point of caring what you think." She said. Wesker moved a little closer. Claire tried to go to sleep. Wesker shook her awake.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"Making sure you doesn't fall into another little coma." He said.
"AWW Wesker it almost sounds like you care." She said. Wesker never said anything but the tiny part of humanity that was left was betraying him; he did care. It didn't mean that he wouldn't still beat her if she was uncooperative again. It just meant that he would think a second longer before hitting her. Claire sighed and rolled her eyes.
"As much as I despise you could you please use my name I am getting sick of this Miss Redfield thing." She said. Wesker thought for a moment.
"Ok then I suppose if I really must I can call you Claire." He said. Claire smiled.
"Thank you." She said.
"Oh that reminds me Claire Rebecca had an accident a bullet hit her in the head she is dead." Wesker said. Claire moved so fast Wesker didn't see it coming. He didn't think she could she had just been unconscious. She flew at him and slapped him hard across the face then began kicking, biting and scratching.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH I'LL KILL YOU." She screamed. The doctors rushed in and where surprised to see her so mobile. Of course as soon as the adrenaline in her system had worn off she passed out.
"My god I have never seen that before how was she able to move like that after being in a coma." The doctor asked surprised. Dr Anderson's eyes narrowed at Wesker.
"Oh I wonder what did you say to her Wesker." She asked.
"What makes you think you have the right to an answer." He answered.
"Wesker that girl has just came out of a coma and immediately jumped up and tried to kill you in my book that is more than a little weird you must have angered her immensely for that to happen." She said.
"Her friend has just died she is a little upset." He answered.
Dr Anderson shook her head and left. Claire woke up sometime later.
"Why the fuck are you still here?" she asked angrily.
"Well you are still my prisoner and I cant just leave you now can I." he answered. Claire began to cry.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"I wish I had never came out of my coma or better yet I wish I had just died anything to get away from you." She answered. Part of her knew this to be true; the other part on the other hand didn't. Wesker got up.
"Well I have to go sort some new accommodation for you." He said. He went and told the doctors to keep an eye on her and Dr Anderson. He didn't trust her. A short time after he had left Dr Anderson went to see Claire.
"Claire you need to get out of here." She said quietly.
"How can I Wesker has everyone watching me." She said. Dr Anderson smiled.
"Listen Not everyone here is afraid of him you know; I know a few people who hate him and lucky for you they are on the floor now I can get you out of here and take you anywhere you want to go." She said.
"Wesker will kill you I would rather stay here than have a death on my conscience." Claire said.
"Listen he wont kill me because I will disappear too don't you worry about me I will be fine." So that night Claire got dressed and followed Dr Anderson down to the car park. No one spotted them except those on her side. They got into her car and sped off into the night.
"How far away are we from raccoon city?" Claire asked.
"Honey its not that far half an hour and we will have you back." She answered. They drove back in silence. When they got back to Claire's house Dr Anderson hugged Claire.
"You get yourself in you will here form me very soon just remember the word blue." She smiled as Claire got out the car and ran to the door. Dr Anderson drove away. Claire rang the doorbell and waited. When Chris answered the door he didn't register who it was.
"Oh my god Claire is that you." He asked. Claire jumped into his arms and wept.
"Oh Chris I missed you so much and I uh heard about Rebecca." She said.
"It was Wesker who killed her; she is buried at the Spencer estate." He said.
He smiled and pulled his sister in for another hug.
"I am just so glad your back." He said
"Yeah me too." Claire answered.