A/N: Just a drabble, felt like adding to it. Hope that you enjoy!


Chapter 3


Claire awoke with a scream on her lips. Her eyes rapidly blinked as she looked up at the ceiling. She tried moving, her body would not move. She tried to call out to Wesker but found nothing but a gurgled silent scream leave her lips. Her lips went dry as it heaved in air and her eyes swung from side to side. When she thought that it couldn't get any worse, her body started to convulse. Her mouth hung open as she tried gasping for air.

"Dear heart." She closed her eyes and attempted to turn her head to face him. Her body did not agree with her desire and her convulsing turned into shaking. Wesker sat up from the bed and walked to the other side of the room to the chest of drawers.

Panic took Claire at his retreating back. She cried out and attempted to move again. Again, her body did not agree with her and continued to convulse. Wesker then turned from the drawers with something in his hand. He sat down on the bed beside her, his hand came to rest on her cheek. He held her face firmly, he tilted her head to the side and used his elbow to hold her still. With his other hand he pressed a syringe into her neck. He held the position for a few seconds before he pulled the needle from her skin and placed it on the bedside table.

Claire's body began to relax, her breathing was still laboured but her body had calmed down. "A-Albert.." she breathed, her heavy arm reaching up to touch him.

He took her hand in his. His thumb drew circles on her palm. "Your body will relax soon."

"W-What is h-happening?" she croaked. He was right. Her body was rapidly relaxing, her limbs still felt heavy however. As though each one was weighted with one hundred kilo weights.

"You're body I having a reaction to the virus. It has been taken care of." He replied matter-of-factly. His other hand came to brush hair out of her face.

"Taken care of!?" she snapped. "I am literally shaking and in immense pain and you've 'taken care of' it?!" if she could have moved her arms, she would have punched him.

"Your body was attempting to fight it, I simply gave you a dose to stabilize the issue. It should not happen again."

"Perhaps you should have left it, if my body is fighting it- why stop it? Do I need this virus?" the anger had left her voice. She was only tired now.

His hand stilled. "You would die if your bodies attempt succeeded." His voice was quiet and there was an expression on his face that Claire had trouble reading. His words caused something to pulse and resonate within her chest. she found the strength in her body to move her other arm. She reached up and touched his cheek.

"You're worried about me dying?" she asked softly.

He did not answer her, however the way his eyes closed said more than words could.

"Albert.." she said quietly. "I'm not going anywhere." She stroked his cheek. "I promise you." She licked her dry lips. "I love you."

Slight panic ran through her when she realised what she had said and that he had not reacted to it. She wanted to say something, anything. She could not find any words, but in the end it did not matter. Wesker let out a sigh and buried his face in the crook of her neck. His arms moving to wrap around her tightly.

"Dear Heart…" he said softly before kissing her cheek.

Claire smiled and returned the embrace.