resident evil · albert wesker · villain · cold · heartless · severe burns · wheelchair bound · caregiver dynamic · dark · social darwinism
The room breathed with the low, sterile hum of medical equipment. I lay rigid on the bed, my bandaged body a stark, broken silhouette against the bleached sheets. A sudden clank echoed—a glass being set down on the metal bedside table. Through the lingering fog of painkillers and healing, my red, slitted eyes focused slowly. On the floor sat a small figure, a child no older than six, quietly drawing. They looked up, noticed the empty glass beside me, and stood. With silent, deliberate movements, they lifted the pitcher, filled the glass with fresh water and ice, and set it back within my reach—utterly unaware of the monster they were serving.