Still fuming at Wesker, Helena lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling.
"Stupid Wesker. I knew it was a mistake letting him stay here." She grumbled to herself, turning over onto her left side in an effort to get comfortable. "If I hadn't found him when I did he'd be buried under what's left of the Spencer Mansion." Sighing to herself she closed her eyes, hoping that would help.
It seemed to help and she started to drift off, not even hearing Wesker who grabbed the doorknob leading into her room. "Helena, I need to talk to you." He said only to find the former Umbrella employee out cold on her bed, her mouth slightly open. "Wonderful. I guess it can't hurt to stay here one night." He muttered to himself. Oblivious, Helena just snorted and he sighed turning back to the open doorway. It wasn't until he reached the door that Wesker stopped, a low whimper making him pause.
He turned back to Helena who hadn't moved an inch since she fallen asleep. He stared at her, both eyes focused on her. After nearly a minute of waiting Wesker raised an eyebrow at Helena's sleeping figure, watching with interest. At that moment Helena curled into herself, a low groan emerging from her slightly open mouth. "Helena, what's wrong with you now?" Wesker asked, moving towards the bed when she shivered.
"Noo...leave me alone." She groaned, her body twitching. "Stay back!" She growled and both of Wesker's eyebrows shot up towards his forehead, staring at the veins in Helena's neck. In time with her breathing they pulsed bright red and after a very long silence Wesker reached over. The moment his fingers brushed her face she started awake, panting heavily.
"What did Umbrella...do to you?" Wesker whispered, now watching with a raised eyebrow as Helena stared back at him. For the longest time she growled at him, eyes glowing with a pale red light as the veins on her neck pulsed. "Helena, snap out of it." He snapped at her and her head jerked back, the red glow fading.
"What's going on? Why does my body hurt so much?" She whimpered, lying back against the blankets. "Fuuuu...ck." Raising a hand to her face she froze, eyes focused on the veins pulsing beneath her skin.
"If you're lucky the virus will kill you quickly. If not..." Wesker trailed off with a shrug as she lay there, panting heavily. "Hopefully you make it through the night." He added, crossing the room to the door. Without even looking back he closed the door leaving Helena alone.
When she felt a sharp pain in her spine she arched her back, whimpering at first but as the pain intensified she screamed. Her body convulsed from the sensation and within a few seconds her throat constricted leaving her unable to speak. The pain grew and grew making Helena beg for a quick end. The end came as her vision faded and she closed her eyes, her throat relaxing enough to force a whimper from her throat before she fainted.
Hours later...
Wesker emerged from the spare room Helena had kindly lent him. He had managed to find it after a thorough search of her house, finding a room with several boxes inside and a bed with two blankets and a single pillow on it. After a restful sleep he woke to silence and he sat, listening for the sound of either Helena's voice or the sound of growling. Hearing neither he climbed from the bed and after making his way outside into the hallway he paused, listening as a low moaning noise emerged from the hallway near Helena's room. Shaking his head he returned to the spare room emerging a few minutes later carrying a lamp in his left hand.
"I guess she didn't survive the night after all." Wesker muttered to himself as he quickly made his way towards Helena's room. He reached the door only to find it open halfway and he froze as the sound of someone moaning grew even louder. After a brief hesitation he pushed the door open fully to reveal an empty bed and a blanket spread across the floor beside it. "Helena?" He called out, clutching the lamp tighter when he heard a moan.
This time it came from inside the bathroom and he moved quicker, stepping into the hallway before he rushed for the bathroom to find the door closed. Staring at the door for a few seconds he reached for the doorknob.