***Flashback***

March 13th, 2008
| 8:45 pm |

***3rd POV***

"On that night of the car crash incident, the hospital was more hectic and frenetic than ever. Doctors, nurses, surgeons, and other medical staff such as myself, were rushing and running all over the place. Tending and caring for countless patients that were involved in that crash. That night, Laura was admitted into my care.

She was treated for small lacerations on her forehead and cheeks, both internal and external lacerations located all over the upper half of her body. One of the major ones she had was caused by a large shard of a windshield that was embedded into the right side of her abdomen. The shard penetrated some of her vital organs—causing her to have massive internal bleeding and develop an infection. To make things worse, Laura lost so much blood, that she needed a blood transfusion as well.

However, the problem was that we didn't have any blood that matched her specific blood type. Which is O-, the rarest blood type out of all of them. The only blood type where it has to be matched exactly. In her case, her injuries were very serious. Without a transfusion, Laura's wounds wouldn't be able to heal properly and her body would slowly start to shut down. Killing her steadily over time. When I tried explaining her situation to her parents, her father only overreacted."

"What do you mean you can't help her!!! My daughter's dying as we speak, and all you're doing is standing here, telling me that there's nothing you can do to even save her!!!" Marco yelled at Dr. Rodriguez, as they were standing outside of Laura's hospital room in the hallway.

The man was very pissed off, 'cause his little girl was dying, and the doctor responsible for treating her was saying that there was nothing she could do at the moment to remedy her situation. Even thought Marco and his wife, Beatrice, were involved in the huge car crash, they came out of the event perfectly fine and unharmed. Not a scratch on them. All except for their young daughter.

When paramedics rushed her and her parents to the hospital, Dr. Rodriguez and her assistants were able to disinfect and stitch up all of her lacerations, remove the piece of the windshield that was fixed into her abdomen, and stop the internal bleeding all together. But Laura had already lost too much blood at that point.

"I'm sorry Mr. Rose, we ran out of O- blood, and we're currently having trouble locating a donor for your daughter. There's nothing else we can do to help her right now."

Why was Marco really angry and upset about the situation? Of course as a father, he loved his child very dearly. Any father would do anything for the safety and well-being of their child, but there's more to the story. The reason why Marco and Beatrice adopted Laura is because they couldn't have any children of their own.

The married couple have tried conceiving children of their own with the help of numerous fertility treatments for many years, but it never worked out well for the both of them. Instead, they tried a different solution to their problem. When they've signed themselves up for adopting a child, they were put on a waiting list that was countless pages long. Making their chances of starting a family slimmer than when they tried to conceive.

Then...

On that one unforgettable day many years ago, their prayers were finally answered. They've been chosen to become the loving parents and care givers for a newborn baby girl named Laura. They've never been this thrilled in their entire lives. Marco and Beatrice were finally able to start a family of their own, like they've always wanted to. But now, they were going to lose their only miracle child. Their precious little angel.

During their frantic conversation outside of Laura's hospital room, they thought that she was quietly sleeping the entire time, but she actually wasn't asleep. Laura couldn't sleep at all that night, due to the heated argument between her doctor and her father she overheard outside of her hospital room. Hearing that she was gonna die left her crippled and restless. Even in her current state.

'Am I really going to die...?' Laura thought to herself. She adjusted her herself beneath the thin hospital blanket, as a tear trickled down her pale cheek.

The very though of dying haunted Laura—scaring her to the point where she began silently crying to herself. So no one could hear her.

***

Later on that night, visiting hours were over at the facility. Most of the patients had fallen asleep by now. Everyone except for most of the medical staff had gone home—leaving less than a dozen staff members that were working the night shift. Dr. Rodriquez was in her office that night—going through piles upon piles of files and paperwork. Pertaining to how to treat blood loss.

"When our discussion ended abruptly, Mr. Rose stormed off. He left the hospital that night along with his wife. Leaving their little girl in my care. I knew that at moment, that the situation was indeed very serious. I had to do everything within my power to save Laura. So, I spent hours upon hours in my office—going through all of the files in my filing cabinet. Researching a whole variety different of treatments that could help Laura recover without a blood transfusion. But the odds seemed impossible."

Throughout the night while Dr. Rodriquez was working non stop in her office, Laura was in her room. Wrestling continuously with herself on her hospital bed. Doing whatever she can in order to stay awake.

As time went by, Laura's skin turned more pale by the second. Her entire body was plagued with fatigue. Her breathing had become more rapid, but shallow in pace. Even though she was practically covered from head to toe in warm blankets, Laura still constantly shivered. Her whole body was as cold as a block of ice.

She was getting weaker by the moment. Laura didn't want to fall asleep, because she knew that if she did. She would never wake up ever again. Laura has seen it happen before, and she didn't want it to happen to her. While Laura did everything within her power to stay awake—fighting both physically and mentally with herself on her hospital bed, a doctor was walking down the hallway. Heading towards her room.

His short blond hair was slicked and combed all the way back, as his sun kissed skin reflected off his time in Southern Africa, near the equator. His abnormal height made him appear more distinguishably tall among everybody else within the facility. The man's wearing a white coat over his black turtleneck, including a pair of black pants, black thick-soles shoes, and his regular black elaborate sunglasses. Concealing his reddish-orange feline-like eyes.

The one and only Albert Wesker was treading down the dimly lit hallway—heading towards his daughter's hospital room. Carrying metal high-tech briefcase in right hand. Inside of the case, there's a two pint bag of his purified blood he planned on giving her, along with other medical supplies.

Now here's another question. Why wasn't he noticed by any of the staff members that worked in the hospital? Wouldn't they have already detected his presence? Finding out that he isn't one of the staff members that actually work there? It's a rather simple answer, it's because there were numerous doctors, nurses, and surgeons that were on duty there during that night. So many of them that everyone would lose track of each other on a daily basis. Which helped enhance his cover—allowing him to hide in plain sight among the staff members.

But why? Why the was powerful Albert Wesker in a busy hospital in the middle of Seattle? Heading towards his daughter's hospital room with blood she desperately needed? As implausible as it sounds, it's because he is in fact very fond of his daughter. He does love and care about her. Both of them to exact. Laura's the reason why the very tyrant is here. Since her condition was starting to take a turn for the worse.

Deep inside his cold, black heart, he does actually care for his young daughter. Even though he hasn't able to be with her throughout most of her life in person, but it's for the best because she wouldn't have been safe being with him. The same does for his other daughter, Alexandria. Both of Wesker's daughters mean the world to him, and he was able to hide that fact very well from everyone.

Along the way to Laura's hospital room, Wesker passed by Dr. Rodriguez's office. Isabelle became aware of the man's presence straightaway, she heard his heavy foot steps clattering against the smooth tiled floor out in the hallway, when he passed by her office. Isabelle became very curious. Wondering who else could be here within the building besides her at a time like this.

"During that time, I thought it was one of my fellow colleagues. Doing a routine check up of all the patients on the floor, but I guess my curiosity got the best of me. So, I decided to take a break and check it out."

The doctor placed the files she was organizing and going through down on her desk, and quietly began heading out of her office. Isabelle carefully closed the door behind her. Looking all over the area for anyone who could've made that clattering just now. She instantly spotted Wesker far down the other end of the hallway. Casually walking towards her patient's room. Not recognizing him at all when she laid her eyes on him. Causing her to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Without a doubt in her mind, Isabelle quietly began following the man down the hallway.

"When I saw him, I instantly knew that he was an intruder. A spy of some sort. So I decided to follow him to find out what his intentions were."

Just as Wesker arrived at the door of his daughter's room, she heard his heavy but steady foot steps. Laura presumed that it was Dr. Rodriguez, who hid herself behind a nearby hallway. To avoid being seen by the intruder. Laura thought that the doctor came to check up on her, to inform her about her current condition. But Laura didn't want to hear it. The little girl didn't want to be reminded about the worst that has yet to come. So, she pretended to be asleep in her hospital bed. Snuggled underneath the blue blanket, with her vibrant blue eyes closed.

Wesker took a deep breath. Before turning the door handle with his hand—slowly opening the door. He spotted his little daughter—appearing to be sleeping contently in her rather large hospital bed. Dressed in hospital garments, with a drip feed connect to her forearm, and heart monitor hooked up to her chest.

The moment Wesker laid his eyes on Laura, he knew that she was indeed awake. Laura was indeed a good actress, but the fact that her chest was rising and falling more briskly than usual gave it away. Even though she can easily deceive her friends and family, she can't deftly fool him.

After all, Laura takes more after her father without realizing it. Wesker sauntered over towards his little girl, with his briefcase in hand. When sounds of his footsteps ceased, Laura felt the bed dip down over by her feet. Causing her to grip the blue blanket tightly with her small delicate hands.

"I know you're awake Laura."

Laura groaned, realizing that he had divulged her little act. 'How'd he know that I'm awake?' The young girl thought to herself, confused by how Wesker was able to figure it out. Laura slowly rotated herself on the hospital bed to face Wesker. Using her arms and elbows to sit up and support herself. She glanced at him, not recognizing him from a few years earlier. Thinking that he was just another doctor that worked here at this facility.

"Hello dear heart, I'm Dr. Walters,"
Wesker lied to Laura, while she yawned softly and rubbed her eyes.

"Where's Dr. Rodriguez?" Laura questioned him, using a tired tone. "She said that she would check in with me as soon as she was done with her paper work."

"She isn't done yet dear heart. So, she asked me to check up on you while she finishes up with her paperwork," Wesker misinformed her, as he placed his briefcase beside him at the end of the bed. "You know, you almost had me convinced that you were sleeping."

"What gave it away?" Laura asked him, with her hoarse, girly voice.

"Well you see Laura, you were breathing too rapidly. Making your chest rise and fall more hastily than usual. That instantly gave it away dear heart. If you want to fool somebody into thinking that you're asleep, you have to lie perfectly still. Breathe in and out at a slower pace—making your chest rise and fall more steadily," Wesker explained to Laura, as he slipped on a pair of white disposable latex gloves.

"Oh, okay. I understand now–" Laura broke out in a massive painful fit of coughing. Using her small hands to cover her mouth, while Wesker delicately rubbed her back.

After the coughing subsided, Laura pulled her hands away—seeing various drops of blood stained on her palm and pale finger tips. Wesker gently grasped her hands—examining the blood covering her hands and parts of her mouth. Starting to make him grow with unease and consternation; easily hiding his concern behind his emotionless mask.

"Laura, are you alright?" Wesker questioned his little girl, with a slightly concerning tone. He took out a small packet out of his briefcase. Containing a clean antiseptic wipe. Wesker ripped the tiny packet open—taking out the wipe and using it to carefully clean the blood off Laura's hands and around her mouth. As tears began to brim in the blonde girl's eyes once again.

"No Dr. Walters, I'm not..."

Suddenly, Laura collapsed back against her bed, as her eye lids started to feel heavy and droop with weary. Laura was now panting laborious—sweating as if she had just run over a mile. Being on the verge of blacking out. Wesker gently pressed the back of his gloved hand against Laura's temple—noticing that her forehead was very warm. Abnormally warmer than usual. 'She has a fever,' He perceived.

Wesker instantly glanced over at the monitor—seeing that her vitals were starting to steadily drop. A sign that her condition was deteriorating and getting worse by the second. Wesker needed to act fast, and soon if he wanted to save his daughter's life.

Once he was done cleaning her up, Wesker took off his latex gloves. He stood up off the bed—throwing the used gloves away along with the bloody antiseptic wipe in a nearby trash can. Wesker turned back to his little girl, kneeling down beside the bed, as he grasped Laura's hand in a gentle manner. She squeezed his hand lightly.

"Laura sweetheart, I'm gonna be right back. I need to go grab some supplies and tools that'll help you feel better. While I'm gone, no matter how tired you are or how sleepy you feel, you must stay awake," He told her with a benevolent tone. "Can you do that for me?"

Laura nodded her head at him—feeling too weak to utter a single word to him. A small smile curled onto her lips. Warming Wesker's heart and giving him enough reassurance that his daughter is fine for the time being, but not very long though.

To this day, he doesn't know how she does it. How Laura manages to remain calm and content during situations like these, even for an eight year old. Momentarily reminding the man of his mother. Wesker let go of her hand—planting a gentle kiss on her temple, then left the room straightaway to gather the extra materials he needed in order to save his daughter's life.

However, thanks to his super human speed, Wesker was able to find the supply closet located on the floor. Obtaining all of the proper materials more quickly than it would usually take for a normal person. Helping him not waste any time what so ever.

Once Wesker has gotten everything off his list, he instantly sped out of the closet and made it back to Laura's room within a matter of seconds. Wesker glanced down at Laura—noticing her breathing more heavily with multiple drops of sweating trickling down her pale forehead.

Wesker kneeled down and placed the oxygen tank beside Laura's bed on the ground. Connecting the plastic tube of oxygen mask onto the nipple adapter. He picked up the oxygen mask with one hand, while using the other to turn the valve on it and adjust the flow regulator knob.

"Here Laura." Wesker carefully held the mask up to his daughter, over her nose and mouth as Laura grabbed ahold of it. "I'm going to put this on you, okay? This will help you breathe better."

She nodded her head, acknowledging him. Wesker pulled the strap over Laura's head—rearranging it comfortably on his little girl so she could easily breathe in the necessary oxygen her body desperately needed. While Laura began taking deep breaths in and out with the oxygen mask on, Wesker peered over the monitor again. Seeing that her respiration rate was slowly starting to improve.

Next, he stood up and went over to his briefcase, as his daughter was watching him every step of the way. Wesker unlocked and opened up the high tech case—pulling out another antiseptic wipe packet, a small roll of medical tape, a long butterfly needle, a clean pair of latex gloves, and the two pint bag of purified blood. Wesker slipped on the white disposable gloves, and set the rest of the materials, except for the two pint bag of blood, neatly on top of the end table.

The former Umbrella scientist placed the blood bag on one of the hooks connected to the IV pole, next to her IV bag. Then, grabbed the packet off the end table and instantly ripped it open—using the wipe to quickly disinfect the inside of Laura's elbow.

Next, Wesker grabbed the medical tape and the butterfly needle—setting them down on Laura's bedside. He grasped the needle and gently grabbed ahold of Laura's arm. Ready to insert it carefully into her forearm. Laura slightly flinched—wincing her forearm while she shifted her gaze over at him. She peered down at the needle, her eyes flickering with panic and worry.

"You don't like needles, do you Laura." It was more of a statement than a question.

Laura removed her oxygen mask. "No, I don't. I hate needles," She replied with a unpleasant tone, then placed her mask back on.

"Alright then. On the count of three, I'm gonna implant the needle into your arm, okay? Can you be a big girl for me?"

Laura hesitantly nodded her head at him, as she took a deep breath. Nervously biting her bottom lip. "One... Two... Three." Wesker fixed the needle right into a vein within the inside of Laura's elbow. Causing her to hold an agonizing yelp, pressing her teething harder onto her bottom lip.

After fixing the tube into Laura's arm, Wesker grabbed the medical tape. Tearing two decently sized pieces, and using them to tape the outside of the tube into place on her forearm. Then, he took the other end of the tube—attaching it into the blood bag. Allowing the blood to instantly flow from out of the bag, into the tube, and directly into Laura's system.

As Wesker directed his gaze over at the monitor again, he noticed that the rest of Laura's vitals were gradually going back up. Returning to normal. A low sigh of relief escaped his lips, as Laura removed her oxygen mask, as she kept her eyes on him. Wesker began to tidy up the room—cleaning up his mess. "How are you feeling now?"

"I already feel a lot better Dr. Walters, thanks to you. I'm relieved that I'm finally getting the blood transfusion I need, and that I'm not gonna die after all," Laura answered with a content tone, as she yawned and stretched her arms outwards.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Wesker said, as he was digging around in his briefcase. Looking for something in particular. "Laura, I have a present for you," He stated, as he took a tiny blue stuffed teddy bear with a blue lace bow around its neck.

"For me?" Laura inquired, the moment she laid her eyes on it. Her eyes widening.

"Yes, for you dear heart," Wesker replied, handing her the stuffed animal. A heart warming smile curled onto the little girl's lips, as she hugged the small blue bear the tightly against her chest. 'How'd he know that blue is my favorite color?' Laura thought to herself.

"Thank you Mr. Walters. I love it."

Wesker faintly smiled for a moment at Laura. Nodding his head in acknowledgement, while organizing the items in his briefcase.

"There's one more thing I need to do before I go, dear heart. I still need to give you some medication for your fever," Wesker told her, as she glanced up at him. He took out a small bottle of liquid ibuprofen and a syringe out of his briefcase. "Tell me, how is your life with your family? Do you like it?"

"Mhm. I love my life. Including my Mommy and Daddy, all of my friends, and how everything else is going for me." Wesker could easily tell that she was partially lying, by the tone of her voice and the pause in the middle of her sentence. "Especially my two best friends in the entire world, Emile and Tyler," Laura told him with a cheerful tone, as he was using the syringe to extract some of the liquid ibuprofen out of the small bottle.

Wesker raised an eyebrow—now becoming more curious about his little girl's life. A minute later, he finished extracting the proper amount of medication from the bottle and into the syringe.

Wesker grasped ahold of the IV tube—stopping the flow of the clear liquid momentarily, in order to administer the medication into the tube, through one of sanitized ports. Using the filled syringe, he administered the liquid ibuprofen into his daughter's IV tube, while he changed the subject of their conversation. "What about school? Do you enjoy learning new things?"

Laura nodded her head. "Mhm. I like school a lot and enjoy learning new things, because it's both easy and fun for me at the same time. I am after all the smartest girl out of my entire school." Laura paused for a moment, her gaze lowering toward the stuffed animal in her hands. After placed the syringe and the bottle back in his briefcase, redirected his gaze over at the young girl. "However, sometimes I wish I wasn't always the smart one," She said, as her tone changed from content to gloomy during her last sentence.

"How come Laura?" Wesker inquired, as removed his gloves. Throwing them away into a nearby trash can, while becoming more concerned about Laura.

Her face fell when she glanced up at him, then she gazed back down at herself. "It's because I get teased often about it. And I don't like it at all. Some of the other kids at my school like to call me rude names, pick on me during lunch and recess, and bully me on a daily basis. Except my friends though, they all care more about me than anyone else does. But when I try to fight back and get them to back off, I get in trouble by the teacher and sent to the principals office. Why do people have to be so mean and the teachers act completely stupid? I... I just want it t-to stop..." By the end of it, Laura was in tears. Crying and bawling her eyes out, no matter how hard she tried to remain in control of her emotions. Laura knew that crying like a baby made you look petty and weak, but she couldn't help it. She's just a kid after all.

Wesker sat down beside Laura on the bed. He humanely wrapped his arms around his young daughter. Laura buried her face deep into his chest—embracing him back as equally firm. Wesker let her cry onto his black turtleneck. He gently rubbed her back with one hand, while petting her head with the other one.

Wesker wasn't happy at all hearing about this, especially since it was coming from his daughter. His eyes glowed a bright shade of red beneath his elaborate sunglasses for some time. Easily going unnoticed his daughter, as she continued to weep into his chest.

Laura's just an innocent little girl—being treated differently because she's bright and percipient than everyone else. She deserved better than this, both of his daughters do. 'All the more reason to proceed with the Uroboros Project.' Wesker thought to himself.

Laura eventually calmed down—letting go of Wesker and pulling away from from him. Her eyes all red and puffy from crying. Laura sniffled, as she wiped away the remaining tears brimming in her eyes. Wesker snatched a tissue out of a tissue box sitting on top of the end table next to him. Holding it out to Laura.

"Thanks." She took the piece of tissue from him—using it to cover her nostrils. Blowing her nose into it for a moment. "I wish that things were different, that this cruel world could be made into a more safe and better place. For everyone."

"Laura." She shifted her gaze over at Wesker again. "Would you believe me right now if I said that I could actually that make your wish come true?"

Hope began to gleam in Laura's eyes, as she finally stopped sniffling. "I don't know, but is it really possible? Could you make this world a better place?"

"It is possible Laura, and yes I can. Anything is possible as along as you put your mind to it," Wesker answered. "I know how you feel about this planet, Laura. This world is indeed and cruel and corrupted place. Filled with greedy, covetous, selfish, and power-hungry individuals who desire nothing but wealth and absolute dominion over the entire human race. Over the planet itself. But I have a plan. A plan to cleanse the whole population of its sins. To rid the world of all evil. In order restore the balance with peace and prosperity to only those who are deemed worthy."

"But everybody isn't that way Dr. Walters. Not everyone is as avaricious and possessive like most people are," Laura stated.

"That's correct dear heart. Only a very small percentage of the human population are considered principled and upstanding. Like you and me," Wesker said, as smiled. Content with the fact that they practically share the same ideals and beliefs. He glanced at his watch—checking the time.

"Well I better get going now." Wesker grabbed ahold of his briefcase. Sitting up off Laura's bed. "Or I won't be able to catch my plane and make it back home on time."

"Wait!" Laura instantly grabbed onto the end of his white lab coat.

Wesker stopped in his tracks—turning around to face Laura. "Will I see you ever again?"

Wesker kneeled down to match Laura's height. He grasped ahold of the blanket—pulling it up her chest and tucking her in. As Laura curled up comfortably on the bed.

"One day Laura, some time in the near future, we will see each other. That can be guaranteed. For now, get some sleep. You're gonna need it." Wesker placed a gentle kiss on Laura's temple, before saying good bye to his little girl. "Good night Laura. Sleep tight dear heart," Wesker said to her, as he left her hospital room. Closing the door behind him. Still, the blonde couldn't leave just yet. There was still one more thing he needed to do before he could return to Africa.