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The room was all quiet, the light was oh so bright and was almost completely blinding him.
Piers looked to his left, slowly getting back his vision. Well, at least in one eye. Wait, was he in some kind of hospital room? He could tell from the machines that stood next to the bed humming peacefully.
He wasn’t at the bottom at the ocean, with this he realised that he wasn’t dead, dead like he should have been, turned into a terrible monster and drowned.
He quickly turned his head and looked at his arm, it was back to its normal size and not some hideous infected C-virus arm as it had been.
It was wrapped in bandages though and he really didn’t dare to unwrap it and find out if something ugly hid beneath it.
He sighed and allowed his head to softly rest on the pillows, his left hand slowly finding its way to his face feeling the bandages over the right eye as he sighed that had been the infected side of him. Had he actually survived? had he actually survived? And then where the hell was he?
He soon got jerked out of his thoughts thou as the door slid open and a woman entered. Another human being.
At first Piers almost got scared, Was he being helped or being experimented on? So many questions rushed through his mind that words seemed to completely escape him. He couldn't even ask where he was.
The female took a chair and sat down next to the bed crossing her legs and picked up a pencil from her pocket before she looked at the man and gave him an attempted soft smile.
“Good day Piers, how are you feeling? On a scale of one to ten how much pain are you in right now? One being barely anything and ten being unbearable. And do you recall anything that happened to you?” the female asked almost a little rushed.
Piers looked at her quietly and opened his mouth as if to speak but it was like his throat was full of gravel.
The woman noticed this and handed him a glass of water that had been standing on the table.
He drank it quickly, almost throwing up in the process. Thankfully he managed to keep it down. He looked at the woman and tried to speak once more. This time a very raspy and weak sound left him.
"Seven, Ma'am.. and yes, yes I do." he managed to say. Looking at her somewhat confused.
"Where am I?" he asked as his words fell on deaf ears.
The woman simply kept writing in her notes before leaning in and letting her hand touch Piers right arm as he looked at her quietly "Do you feel anything when I press here?" she asked while pressing on various spots along his arm. Suddenly, Piers let out a pained growl. The woman smiled seemingly pleased before speaking. "Seems like the surgery was a success. We don't know if you will completely regain sensation in your arm but the response so far is positive. Could you try moving your fingers for me?" she asked as Piers looked at her, slightly annoyed by the lack of answers to his question. Despite this he did as he was asked, letting out a displeased noise as his fingers twitched.
"Excellent!" the woman said and smiled, pleased with the small movements the man had accomplished. "Where am I, Ma'am?" Piers repeated as the female looked at him.
"You are in one of the BSAA headquarters. We have given you the antidote for the C-virus and five days ago you underwent massive surgery for your arm as well as part of your face. Thus far it seems good, however I worry about your mental state as well as health seeing as you've been unconscious for quite a while now. I want to know that everything is alright up there before I let your guests know you're awake." Piers raised an eyebrow. "Guests?" he mumbled as the female smiled.
"Yes, Christ Redfield and Sherry Birkin. Mr. Redfield has been waiting for you to wake up for almost a week now." She said as Piers eyes widened. Captain? Oh thank god he made it out alive.
"Now, lets proceed with the tests so that you can have your chitchat." She said softly. Piers nodded and began listening to the woman's questions, answering them as best as he could.
Chris stood outside the large glass wall of the room and stared at Piers, he knew he couldn’t see him but Chris was almost scared he was able to anyway.
"He's actually alive.." he mumbled and crossed his arms uncomfortably, trying to stay calm in front of Sherry.
"Yeah.. he is. Oh Chris this must be very hard for you. I mean everything you guys went through and what he did for...you." She said softly and touched the mans arm in an attempt to soothe him.
Chris only sighed and closed his eyes ‘’ I guess it is…hell, what am I even supposed to say to the kid eh I mean I owe him my damn life. How on earth am I supposed to repay that?" he growled. Sherry smiled a little. "Well, uhm.. you know he really looks up to you. He even asked Claire to send him a picture of a younger you. He probably still has it.. he really looks up to you, maybe you can just repay him by being there? He is going to need a lot of help while recovering and I think that staying inside of this little bubble will drive him insane. So I say take him in." she said looking pleased.
Chris raised an eyebrow and felt how his neck and cheeks got a bit hotter. "Wait, what? He has a picture of me when I was younger? Damnit Claire.. wait.. do you mean moving into my place? I mean I guess it could work if he wants to. Feels strange inviting anyone to my place though. It's just been me since me and Claire went separate ways."
He mumbled but seemed to consider it.
Sherry smiled and took Chris' hand, pulling him with her towards the door. "Now lets go and say hello!" she said as Chris hesitated, still being pulled along. Before he knew it the door slid open and he was stood there, staring at Piers. The worst of it all was that Piers was staring right back at him. Damnit.