Entry 11: Requires Assistance

[viral_tyrant]

[So this guy thinks he's all that and a bag of Skittles. However, he tends to underestimate his foes (quite often), and he just got his ass handed to him.Wesker now has a gaping hole in his abdomen as he attempts to send a message to a certain someone to help him up to his room. He's covered in his own blood, wounds all over his body. Leaning

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[Audio > Action]

[bone_genius]

[Brennan is laying on her bed, reading the latest issue of the American Journal of Physical Anthropology, when her communicator beeps to let her know she has a message. She looks down and presses the button to listen to her audio message.

A wave of hot sweeps from her stomach to her face, immediately followed by another wave of clammy cold.

Something is very wrong.]

I'll be right there!

[She jumps up from her bed, the journal and her communicator falling to the floor. She quickly slips on a pair of flats, grabs her communicator from the floor, and dashes out of her room.

. . .

A few moments later, she opens the front doors to the mansion.]

[Action]

[viral_tyrant]

[Of course he knew she would come. But now was not the time for him think of the control he had over her.

Blood is still pooling around him from the hole in his stomach. Yes, she will be able to see his organs and such if she looks closely enough. His body is littered with wounds that are taking more time than usual (for him) to heal. He attempts to stand, getting to his knees before collapsing against the wall.]

[Action]

[bone_genius]

[Upon seeing him, effectively beaten to a bloody pulp, she gasps and runs over to him.]

What happened to you?

[She kneels beside him, completely unaware that it was his blood making the "splash" sound under her feet and knee.]

[Action]

[viral_tyrant]

[His breathing is labored, but he manages to respond.]

Attacked...by another...

[His body is wracked by another fit of coughing, blood splattering from his mouth.

Once more, he tries pushing himself up, using the wall for support.]

Video.

[bufudynes]

Wesker-san!

Video.

[viral_tyrant]

[He gets her message several hours later and responds, feeling much better after a night of rest.]

Mitsuru.

[He still looks and sounds tired, and his voice is somewhat strained.]

You have no need to worry...

Video.

[bufudynes]

You are alright then, Wesker-san?

Video.

[viral_tyrant]

I am, yes.

[He breathes out heavily, body almost done repairing itself.

Vaguely remembering what happened last night after the fight, he asks a question of her.]

What all did my communication device transmit?

[voice]

[scary_enough]

[Here's an insight into Spencer's thought process right now:

Oh crap. OhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrap.

On loop.

Her voice is remarkably calm, all things considered, though still freaked out]

Wesker?

[voice]

[viral_tyrant]

[Not wanting to alarm Spencer, Wesker gets back to her as soon as he is conscious and coherent.

His voice is quieter than usual, the exhaustion evident.]

Spencer...I did not mean to alarm you with my transmission.

[voice]

[scary_enough]

Never mind alarming me...what happened to you? Are you alright? Did you...

[She trails off, her voice catching a little. When she continues, her voice is quieter]

Did you die again?

[voice]

[viral_tyrant]

I was injured while constructing a machine out in the fields. The wounds were mostly superficial. So yes, I am alright.

[He pauses.]

No...I did not die. However, I probably would have if any more damage was done to my body.

[Maybe it's time he tell her the truth about the Progenitor virus?]