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Time became infinite as he swam through the darkness, fighting to resurface for a gulp of air. He felt as though he had been lost at sea for ages, and it was exhausting. Yet, the hard he seemed to try, he could feel as though progress was surely being made. Surely any moment now his head would emerge from the abyss that threatened to swallow him whole, followed by the rest of his small body. A struggle he had never given up on, until finally, he could hear. The soft hums of machinery beside of him, singing to him to stay asleep with their soothing lullabies. His neck strained in order to turn his head, his heavy lids fluttering, attempting to lift, but they were almost glued shut. How long had he been asleep for? Was he alone?

His dry lips parted, a tiny sound attempting to signal his return to the world of the living, yet only a soft rasp was made. Though, this seemed to be signal enough for one other he had somehow missed. The familiar boots marched their way closer to where the boy resided, though still unknown to him.

Something did change. He could feel it on his cheek, the tiniest amount of dampness, a drip even, followed by a second, and then a third. What came next was a soft, warm, moist weight over his eyes, followed swiftly by an uncomfortable pressure, making him try to turn his head away, but it seemed as though his neck muscles were protesting to being so suddenly called upon. His nose wrinkled and he began to lift his hands to try to push the damp weight away, but they were momentarily stopped by the thin sheet that had been draped over him. It didn’t take very long after that, for him to simply give up for the moment, and drop his hands. Thankfully, the weight had been lifted, and his eyes felt wet.

Slowly, he attempted one more to peel them open, this time, they finally responded, his vision slowly returning to him, the looming figure of the Colonel glued to his side. His expression was for the moment uncertain to Wesker, yet with enough starring, the Russian monster finally spoke first.
“I was starting to wonder. You slept too much.”

He couldn’t even conjure a response. He simply felt too tired to do such a thing at the moment. All he could do was stare for a few moments longer, before his eyes finally began to close once more.

He was met almost instantly with a firm tap on the cheek, his eyes snapping open once more to watch Sergei’s arm retract back to his side. “Stay awake. You’re finished sleeping for a while. Time to try and stand. Come now.”

Stand up? He could barely keep his eyes open, how was he expected to just rise to his feet, when he could barely register his legs were there at all? Of course, no room for argument was given as the sheet was taken from him, his torso shivering from the sudden burst of hospital like chills. With a rude wake up call, he suddenly found himself sitting upright, his brows furrowing tightly.

He waited for a few moments, half expecting Sergei to drag him to his feet as he was well known for doing, yet he was never touched again. Confused, the blonde slowly turned his gaze towards the Russian, and was subject to the thick fingers taking him by the chin, his head being tilted up to the man’s face. To say he was uncomfortable would have been the understatement of the century, but he found his discomfort turn into a nauseating fear. Sergei was looking at something. He was staring into his eyes with such determined focus, it made the boy wonder just what it was he saw. Was he sick? Sick...of course...that serum. The very substance that had wracked his body with so much pain before he had fallen asleep. What had it done to him? Was Sergei seeing a side effect? His lips parted once more, and he finally did manage an audible mutter if nothing else.
“What is it?”

Seeming to have been snapped out of his momentary silence, the Russian simply offered a smirk, and stood back to his full height, releasing the boy’s face.
“Come, and I will show you. I want you to see this for yourself, then I will explain.”

Description
Time became infinite as he swam through the darkness, fighting to resurface for a gulp of air. He felt as though he had been lost at sea for ages, and it was exhausting. Yet, the hard he seemed to try, he could feel as though progress was surely being made. Surely any moment now his head would emerge from the abyss that threatened to swallow him whole, followed by the rest of his small body. A struggle he had never given up on, until finally, he could hear. The soft hums of machinery beside of him, singing to him to stay asleep with their soothing lullabies. His neck strained in order to turn his head, his heavy lids fluttering, attempting to lift, but they were almost glued shut. How long had he been asleep for? Was he alone?

His dry lips parted, a tiny sound attempting to signal his return to the world of the living, yet only a soft rasp was made. Though, this seemed to be signal enough for one other he had somehow missed. The familiar boots marched their way closer to where the boy resided, though still unknown to him.

Something did change. He could feel it on his cheek, the tiniest amount of dampness, a drip even, followed by a second, and then a third. What came next was a soft, warm, moist weight over his eyes, followed swiftly by an uncomfortable pressure, making him try to turn his head away, but it seemed as though his neck muscles were protesting to being so suddenly called upon. His nose wrinkled and he began to lift his hands to try to push the damp weight away, but they were momentarily stopped by the thin sheet that had been draped over him. It didn’t take very long after that, for him to simply give up for the moment, and drop his hands. Thankfully, the weight had been lifted, and his eyes felt wet.

Slowly, he attempted one more to peel them open, this time, they finally responded, his vision slowly returning to him, the looming figure of the Colonel glued to his side. His expression was for the moment uncertain to Wesker, yet with enough starring, the Russian monster finally spoke first.
“I was starting to wonder. You slept too much.”

He couldn’t even conjure a response. He simply felt too tired to do such a thing at the moment. All he could do was stare for a few moments longer, before his eyes finally began to close once more.

He was met almost instantly with a firm tap on the cheek, his eyes snapping open once more to watch Sergei’s arm retract back to his side. “Stay awake. You’re finished sleeping for a while. Time to try and stand. Come now.”

Stand up? He could barely keep his eyes open, how was he expected to just rise to his feet, when he could barely register his legs were there at all? Of course, no room for argument was given as the sheet was taken from him, his torso shivering from the sudden burst of hospital like chills. With a rude wake up call, he suddenly found himself sitting upright, his brows furrowing tightly.

He waited for a few moments, half expecting Sergei to drag him to his feet as he was well known for doing, yet he was never touched again. Confused, the blonde slowly turned his gaze towards the Russian, and was subject to the thick fingers taking him by the chin, his head being tilted up to the man’s face. To say he was uncomfortable would have been the understatement of the century, but he found his discomfort turn into a nauseating fear. Sergei was looking at something. He was staring into his eyes with such determined focus, it made the boy wonder just what it was he saw. Was he sick? Sick...of course...that serum. The very substance that had wracked his body with so much pain before he had fallen asleep. What had it done to him? Was Sergei seeing a side effect? His lips parted once more, and he finally did manage an audible mutter if nothing else.
“What is it?”

Seeming to have been snapped out of his momentary silence, the Russian simply offered a smirk, and stood back to his full height, releasing the boy’s face.
“Come, and I will show you. I want you to see this for yourself, then I will explain.”