I know!!! Finally a UD!!! :) I decided that I should finish writing this. I have brainstormed a few more ideas, and I have gotten so much better at writing. So I will have more details and less errors and it should be better than the other chapters. :) Enjoy!

Claire walked into the nurse's office to find Wesker lying on the bed, sleeping, with a bandage wrapping his upper arm. She looked to see the sign displayed "No Visitors" which was usually only given to people who were in serious injuries.

"Did the arrow pierce him really bad?" Claire asked.

"Oh...Him. It's just a flesh wound. I was going to send him back, but he begged me to give him the day off." the nurse replied.

"Oh... Well, then you wouldn't mind if I woke him up?" Claire cheerfully asked.

The nurse smiled and headed out the room. Claire walked to Wesker's bed. She put down the flowers and teddy bear she bought at the gift shop.

"Wesker?" Claire asked. "Wesker?"

There was no response.

"Wesker, it's Claire. Look, you can stop. The nurse told me that your fine. You have a flesh wound, not polio."

There was still no answer. However, Wesker was still awake. He didn't feel like seeing Claire. A lot of thoughts went through his mind, like "Oh...great. Was she back to finish the job?" Claire then put her head on Wesker's chest. Then, he could smell Claire's hair. It smelled of cucumber and melon, with witch hazel. Wesker was unknowingly attracted to it. He secretly smelled her hair, but quickly stopped reminding himself he was an animal.

"Oh...My...God..." Claire said.

Wesker just lay there, still playing the part.

"Oh, Wesker's not breathing. Bad. Very bad!"

Wesker giggled inside. He thought it was perfect to exact a little revenge. Sure his humor was considered to be a little "harsh" but as long as it was humor, it was fine.

"Quick! I need CPR. Anyone? Wesker's not breathing!" Claire yelled.

Little did Wesker know that the joke wouldn't go as he entirely planned. Alfred dashed into the room, looking like he did all the time. Exact, and clean.

"Don't fear! Alfred Ashford is here!" Alfred replied.

As soon as he heard the screech also known as Alfred's voice, Wesker clearly darted back up from the bed.

"I'M FINE!!!!" Wesker shouted.

"No no! Sit back Albert! Your going into shock! Let me give you CPR this instant." Alfred exclaimed.

Wesker couldn't even answer before Alfred covered his mouth with his. Wesker couldn't eve process it, even him being the genius that he is, or at least he thought he was. Wesker looked at Claire and was shocked to see she was laughing. She played him, while he tried to play her! "Maybe I underestimated her?" Wesker thought. But that thought quickly changed back to the thought of Alfred. Soon, Wesker realized how bad Alfred's breath was smelling. That was too much, even for him, and Wesker just passed out.

"Alfred, I think Wesker's going to be fine." Claire said, hardly containing her laughter.

"No! He passed out! I need the difibulaters!" Alfred commanded.

"What!? No, Alfred, Wesker ca-"

"Quiet Woman! I know what I know, I have a medical degree! Nurse, difibulaters!"

The nurse quickly started to charge the difibulaters, and Claire Started to worry. Alfred had opened Wesker's shirt, and Claire noticed his build. It wasn't perfect, but it got her attention. She quickly then snapped out of it and got back to trying to wake up Wesker.

"Wesker! Wake up! WESKER!" Claire shouted.

"CLEAR!!"

Alfred pounded the difibulators to Wesker's chest, sending 180 volts of electricity. Wesker jolted up from the bed screaming. Claire's face was just in shock. Wesker just looked at her. He then looked at Alfred, who smiled at him.

"CLEAR!"

"I'm fine." Wesker replied coldly.

"Oh! Good! " Alfred said.

"Thank you..." Wesker said, once again, still coldly.

"I am always here for you, Albert." Alfred said sincerely. He winked at him and left the room.

"...at least your okay?" Claire said sheepishly.

Wesker didn't say anything. He still kept looking at her. Claire couldn't read his expression. It was just blank.

"Yeah....I'm going to go....Bye!" Claire said as she quickly left the room to avoid a awkward moment, leaving Wesker, to ponder upon what had just happened.

I know it isn't that great. I just got back writing, so I promise, it will get better! Please RR!!!