Pushing open the door Wesker looked inside to find Helena slumped over the toilet, unmoving and pale. "Helena, are you...?" Wesker started to ask until Helena raised her head, sweat dripping down her forehead.
"Not...a zombie...no thanks to you." She coughed, pushing against the toilet seat in an effort to stand. But all the strength had left her legs and she whimpered, resting her head on the seat as her stomach ached. Thankfully it had settled after many hours of painful convulsions and as Helena lay there, unwilling to move she heard Wesker step closer to her.
"Helena, you are one of the lucky few the virus bonded with." Wesker commented and she raised her head, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Woo...hoo...lucky...me." She slurred, waving a hand in front of her before she slid to the floor unconscious before she felt the cold tiles beneath her. Shaking his head, Wesker moved to her side, kneeling before he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
It wasn't until Wesker was halfway down the hall that Helena stirred, lifting her head. "Where am I?"
"On your way back to your room." He replied and she blinked back at him, shifting her head as he kept walking. "Since you can't walk on your own I suppose I can caryy you back to your room." He muttered when she started to struggle in his grip.
"I don't need your help, Wesker." Helena growled but he just tightened his grip until she stopped moving. "I blame you for this." She grumbled as Wesker half-walked, half-dragged her towards her bedroom.
Now sitting on her bed Helena glared at Wesker who leant against the closed door. "You should be grateful. When I heard you moaning I thought I had to deal with another zombie." Wesker commented and Helena snorted, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders to hide how badly she was shaking.
"You could have warned me about this, Wesker. I thought I was dying." Helena snapped and he just snorted, waving his hand in front of his chest. "You're a bastard you know." She muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around her.
"So I've been told. Several times in fact." Wesker answered with that same smug grin with caused Helena to take an arm from under the blanket, her eyes narrowed before she reached for something behind her. This time Wesker's eyes widen before he quickly stepped to one side, dodging the pillow thrown at his head. It ends up hitting the door before it slids soundlessly to the floor, much to Helena's frustration.
"Damn. I was aiming for you stupid head." She complained, arms crossed before she lets out a startled yelp as Wesker is suddenly standing directly in front of her. "Whoa!" She yelped when his eyes nearly glow with anger before he shoved her with an open palm directly into her chest, knocking her backwards onto the bed. The blanket slipped from her shoulders as he climbed onto the bed, staring down at her when she froze.
Too shocked to respond Helena can only watch with wide and unblinking eyes as he glares at her, his eyes looking directly into hers and before she can understand what the expression in his eyes means he lowers his head towards hers. But before anyone can react they both see a paw dart forward and Wesker jerks back as Eclipse meows at him, tail whipping back and forth.
Casually Wesker just lets out a quiet laugh, climbing from the bed and without a backward glance leaves the room, not even closing the door behind him.
Returning to the living room, Wesker stood beside the couch and after counting to five he shook his head when Helena raced into the room eyes searching the room until they saw him. Then they narrowed and Helena rushed towards him raising a hand and with a sickening crack Wesker felt her hand smack him directly across his left cheek.
"How dare you attack me like that?! Were you trying to kiss me?" Helena shouted, her face a bright red as she panted from the hurried race from her bedroom to the kitchen. She raised her hand again but this time Wesker was ready and he grabbed her wrist, preventing her from hitting him a second time. Unable to free herself from his vice-like grip she continued to glare at him.
"Don't do that." Wesker warned, eyes narrowed at her but she shook her head still clearly angry. "What is your problem, Helena?" He sighed, relaxing his grip on her wrist enough to allow Helena to escape. Rubbing at her now sore wrist Helena slowly shook her head at him.
"You're the problem. You work for Umbrella so the least you could have done was warn me about the virus." Helena growled at him, rubbing at her eyes as a sudden wave of exhaustion made her feel dizzy. Pushing past Wesker she headed for the couch and with a sigh she just about fell onto it, finding it a little harder to keep her eyes open. But as Wesker followed she growled at him, quickly moving to one side of the couch so she didn't have to look at him.
"Your cat wants something." Wesker told her, sitting on one end and she glanced towards the open doorway to see Eclipse sitting there. Once the cat noticed her owner looking her way she meowed, much louder this time and Helena sighed. Giving her pet a tiny smile she rose and after heading towards the fridge she opened it.
"She's just hungry. With me being...unwell I completely forgot to feed her. Sorry, girl." Helena apologized to Eclipse, who immediately started to purr rubbing her body around Helena's ankles. "Okay I know. I'm a lousy owner." Helena added with a bigger grin, her frustration at Wesker evaporating as soon as she picked out a can of cat food. Moving to the cupboard she found the can opener and once it was open she dumped the contents into a bowl.
Wesker watched this silently for the last few minutes until she placed the bowl into the microwave and his eyes widened as she set the timer. Tapping her foot Helena waited up the microwave pinged and once she took the now warm food out she grabbed a spoon, scooping it into the cat bowl near her feet. As soon as she finished Eclipse pounced on it and Helena smiled, dumping the empty can in the trash and the spoon in the sink.
"Did you just heat cat food in the microwave?" Wesker enquired and getting a blank stare and a nod he shook his head. "You might as well chuck that machine away." He muttered and she stuck out her tongue.