[ Yeah, should have, William almost said, but he managed to keep the comment at bay. That much wasn't Albert's fault. Leaving the laboratory, joining S.T.A.R.S., not listening to him—those, on the other hand, were. It was as though after this many years Wesker still maintained the belief that his death was his business alone, and that was a difficult notion for him to stomach. ]

Close to eight hours. You lost enough blood to go into shock, and the surgery lasted six.

[ It was an estimate, another unbearable fact about this whole situation. William still had no way to know the exact details or when in the tactical operation this had taken place. All the information they'd been able to give him was when the ambulance arrived and when the surgery began. ]

You were shot in two places. One of the bullets hit your femoral artery.

[ To the letter what he had feared when the receptionist dryly informed him that 'Captain Wesker was shot in the leg', as though that did anything at all to narrow it down where the extent of the injury was concerned. ]