This heartache tears me apart

CHAPTER 1

Chris was sweating. He was so hot, yet his body was shivering. How did he even get here? He doesn't remember the trip, but at least he knew where he was. It was his last resort.

He walked up to the doors, his hand lightly gripping the blade's handle, his palm covered in sweat, shaking, the knife almost slipping out of his grasp. He stood there, staring at the giant wooden door for god knows how long before the door opened. He didn’t even notice until someone shouted at him from behind. It didn’t sound like his name. He couldn’t hear very well.

He caught him from the corner of his eye. A slick-back blonde with blackness covering his eyes. In Chris’ delirium, Wesker looked like an angel cast down to Hell. He looked hurt. Chris thought.

Was someone talking to him again? He turned to where he thought the noise was coming from, but nothing really made any sense.

He then felt a hand on his shoulder, and his head was turned to where Wesker was standing. The back of Wesker's hand flew towards Chris' forehead. The cool of Wesker's hand felt so good. Chris leaned into it, closing his eyes. Was he whimpering? He felt like he was whimpering. He still couldn't hear.

He opened his eyes again to see Wesker looking at him with worry on his face. It kind of reminded him of Jill when Chris was drinking his pain away after Piers.

The first voice he heard in a while, and it was his.

"Chris? How long have you been feeling like this?"

Wesker started pushing Chris inside, pushing him towards the infirmary.

"I dunno. Maybe a week. Maybe longer. Time feels weird. I can't think straight."

"No wonder…. Sit…. Back."

Chris kept gaining and losing his hearing. He should tell Wesker when he gets back.

Or was he being told to lie on his back? Or both?

He saw Wesker and pointed to his ears. "I sometimes can't hear." Chris was whispering. Was he afraid to be loud?

"Rest. I'll get medicine in you."

Wesker telling him to rest was different. He had been told by everyone he needed to rest. It was probably the reason he got sick. But Wesker told him to do it… he followed his orders like he was his captain.

He shouldn't fall asleep. He's in the presence of his enemy. A man who could kill him. Or turn him into a scientific experiment. But his eyes were becoming heavy. He couldn't stay up much longer. The last thing he remembered was Wesker standing above him.

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When Chris woke up, he had an IV drip in his arm, and there was medicine beside him with a note saying, "Take it as soon as you wake up."

He followed the notes instructions, not even bothering to read what the medicine was. Chris felt so much better. He wasn't tired, and the pounding was gone. He still felt like he could cough so much until he threw up.

He stayed there for a few minutes, gathering his memory, or what he did actually remember. He knew Wesker would check on him soon. He noticed he was still in his pants, but his shirt was gone.

He continued to sit there, racking his brain to find why he thought this was the best place to go. That's when he heard the door open and stepped-in the infamous Albert Wesker.

"Ah, you're awake. Are you feeling alright?"

Chris groaned. He was hungry. He can't remember the last time he ate.

"Better. Hungry, though."

"Thought so." Wesker brought Chris a plate. "It's nothing special, but it has all the human requirements for food."