Jill didn't expect to find out Albert Wesker had a child. She didn't expect to find said kid in his old hide out. But here you were, Wesker's 3 year old child. Sitting in a hospital bed, looking utterly terrified.

It took her a second, to get past the fact that you wouldn't be evil. You were 3 years old. A small, practically toddler sized, child. You weren't him. You weren't going to be him. You were a horrified little kid, who almost starved to death in that damn hide out.

Once she convinced herself, she got herself comfortable by your side in the bed. She held a picture book in her hand, gently reading it to you.