Harm reduction

Harm reduction

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Last published Tue, Apr 7, 2026

action action-adventure action-romance alternateuniverse angst

During the racoon city incident you saved thousands of people, including your childhood best friend: Claire redfield. Becoming a trusted face of her's, she offered you a job at her agency as a doctor. Being on the brink of poverty, you feel like there isn't much to lose. Unbeknownst to you, this would not only take a toll on your mental health, but your whole life, too. The ultimate goal is harm reduction. i try to keep the use of the term y/n as little as possible! also, no pregnancy. and y/n is a badass. other ''spoilers'' of things that occur that you'd like to know will be posted and updated in the ''spoilers'' chapter. i will put it at the bottom so you don't see it on accident. This fanfiction is inspired by another creators story called ''sinful''. I took the us being a doctor and claire being our friend part from that story, but i promise the rest is different!! much love to tanya ;3

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