Wesker wasn't the overly affectionate type, but one thing no one would do was but their hands on you. When he saw the note holding you for ransom, he didn't break a sweat in finding you. Of course he easily terminated the fool who dare bother you. Seeing you injured was not something Wesker had ever wanted to see. With gentle hands he scooped you up. It hurt him more than he thought it would to see you this way. Scratches, bruises... He'd get you stitched and bandaged soon.

"Wake up, doll. I'm here now."