[ His sleep wasn't a very restful one. It was riddled with unpleasant dreams that—while not frightening—left him feeling strangely hollow inside. By the time he woke and managed to drag himself out of the drug induced haze, the feeling remained, but the details were gone.
Oh well.
William's voice alerted him that his friend was still there, as promised. Wesker turned to look at him instead of the bedside table, uninterested in the tokens of sympathy his team had brought him. He would look at them later, if only so he could accurately identify which card had come from who. In the morning, perhaps. ]
How sweet of them.
[ If it was even possible, his voice sounded worse than before. Being intubated for surgery had left his throat feeling raw, and a few hours of rest wasn't enough to improve it. ]
They aren't still hanging around the hospital, are they?
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Oh well.
William's voice alerted him that his friend was still there, as promised. Wesker turned to look at him instead of the bedside table, uninterested in the tokens of sympathy his team had brought him. He would look at them later, if only so he could accurately identify which card had come from who. In the morning, perhaps. ]
How sweet of them.
[ If it was even possible, his voice sounded worse than before. Being intubated for surgery had left his throat feeling raw, and a few hours of rest wasn't enough to improve it. ]
They aren't still hanging around the hospital, are they?