Hey Riridono here again!

Been really sick lately and missed two days of class so there is a lot of time on my hands. _

I don't own anything RE except for Chris and Wesker's sick obsession with one another lol… not my fault capcom made them scream each other's names through the whole damn game… It gives me CRAVINGS… XD

There was so much bile… How could that much waste come from inside of him? He hadn't eaten anything in days. The dry heaves were the worst, his body fighting to dispel everything from his system even though there was nothing left to give. Sweat dripped down his brow, his body over heated from the exertion.

"Make it stop…" he begged between the convulsions of his abdomen.

"You know I can't do that Chris," Wesker stated somewhat unsympathetically standing next to the bed. He adjusted the IV bag carefully. The catheter ran the yellow liquid into Chris's arm.

"I can't take this anymore!" he screamed chucking the container across the room.

It hit the wall with a loud clang and rattled on the ground.

"Do you want to live, or not?" Wesker threatened, getting right in the other man's face.

"At this point Wesker… I'm beginning not to care anymore."

"You're being juvenile, it's just some pain. Deal with it and it will be over soon."

"Juvenile? Do you know what its like to feel this much agony all the time? I can only handle so much…"

"Don't preach to me about pain Christopher, I've been through more of it then you know. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. It's the weak who let it overwhelm and kill them. Is that what you are, weak?"

"I think I've proven that I'm anything but weak. I managed to nearly take you out three times, didn't I?"

"Then fight it."

"I'm tired of fighting," Chris stated half-heartedly but still anger laced his tone.

As much fun as it is wallowing in a pool of your own self loathing, I have work to do." Wesker stormed out of the room, the conversation had left him with a bitter resentment.

Chris ripped the IV from his arm and stormed after the blonde.

"Don't just leave when I'm fucking talking to you!" he screamed as he followed behind him.

Wait how was he walking? The medicine must have been working better than he thought. With all the horrible symptoms it had better. His stomach did a back flip and he grimaced.

"Go back to bed Chris," Wesker demanded coldly never breaking his stride once.

"You think just because I let you fuck me that you can tell me what to do?"

That got Wesker's attention.

"No," he turned to the ill man and none too gently hoisted him over his shoulder and made his way back to the other room. "I think because I'm trying to save your pathetic life. Now be a good dog," he threw Chris to the bed like a ragdoll, "and stay."

The brunette grunted at the unnecessary force as Wesker held down his arm roughly while searching in the cabinet for a fresh catheter. When he found it he ripped it from its package and grabbed Chris' hand. The young marksman had ruined any viable veins in his arm by rashly tearing out the previous one.

"Make a fist," Wesker ordered impatiently.

"So I can finally deck you in your smug face?" Chris replied haughtily.

Wesker smirked menacingly and shoved the needle in none too gently causing Chris to hiss. To be honest, Wesker preferred this Chris to the fragile one he had witnessed earlier. He'd have to intentionally piss the brunette off more often. It renewed his sense of vigor and drive to fight.

"Jill was never this difficult." He watched the tip of the catheter fill with blood, indicating that he had hit the vein, no thanks to Chris' lack of cooperation.

"That's because you destroyed her mind, you bastard!"

"Oh that was never my intention. She just happened to be a necessary casualty on the road to your destruction."

"What?" Chris hissed as Wesker attached the drip once again and the stinging yellow medicine made its way into his veins.

"I mean," he punctuated the words by grasping Chris' chin and forcing him to make eye contact, "that I started ravaging your mind long before Jill's. You were just too stupid to realize it."

"How dare you use Jill just to get to me."

"Does it really surprise you that much Chris? You're even slower then I thought."

Chris didn't understand what was happening. Yesterday Wesker had been so kind to him, forthcoming even. But now every word that slipped from his pale lips seemed to be driven towards the goal of causing Chris duress. It was like it had never happened. He was beginning to come to terms with just how bipolar Wesker really was.

"Just get out," Chris uttered defeated as he pulled out of the other man's grasp.

"Missing the more tender me Christopher?" he purred. It was almost as if the B.O.W. had read his mind. "Unlike Jillian, I've always given you what you need, not necessarily what you wanted."

"What are you going on about now?"

"I mean after Kijuju. You treated her so cruelly; after all she had been through. You took out all your misplaced aggressions on her when all she ever was was kind towards you. Now I know you better," he growled, "I know how you operate. Sometimes you just need a kick in the right direction. Force is what you needed, not compassion."

Chris stared at him puzzled. "You were never there, how would you know?" His words hid a double meaning that escaped Chris, but Wesker understood all to well.

"Oh, I was there… I've always been there."

"You've been watching us this whole time haven't you?

"How could I not? After all, I'm a part of you."

"Did you also watch when Jill and I made love?" he questioned bitterly.

"If you can call it that Chris. I especially enjoyed it when my name was the one on your lips when you came."

Chris' eyes widened in shock.

"That never happened."

"But it did, just a few days ago in fact," the blonde replied smugly. Now Chris was really confused.

"You're lying…"

"The only one lying here, is you to yourself."

With that Wesker left the room, but not before leaving Chris with a haunting fact, "I told you the delusions would only get worse…"

Jill looked at the bed. The room seemed entirely all too empty even though that wasn't the case. At least the other in the room wasn't referring to him again. The current state of things though still depressing, was better then the previous one. They had been in love, more connected to each other then any other people they had known. Going through an incident as traumatizing as Arklay had done that though. It made you realize what was important and what wasn't, being that close to death. But this was nothing like the mansion. At least then they could fight. She had never felt so helpless before until this very moment. Even with Nemesis chasing her through the desolated streets of Raccoon city she was able to fight. But now she was of no help. Not even her presence was known. Touching him had been a mistake, trying to bridge the intimacy gap this had caused by physical touch. But for a moment, if only that, she had just wanted to feel again; feel something besides this despair that had taken over their lives.

But when he had called out that name everything had changed. She became conscious of the fact that all the past years had been a lie; a lie she desperately wanted back. They say that the truth will set you free, but for her it had only ensnared her deeper in her own misery.

It was his fault. He had been the cause of all their problems from the start. She had always equated the deep-rooted obsession with revenge. In fact she had heard the words slip from his thin lips on more than one occasion.

"How much do you think Chris will suffer after he finds out what I've done Jill? What we've done. I can't wait to see his face contorted in disgust when he discovers how you've been… defiled…"

He had raped her, over and over. But more so then the physical horror of what he had done to her, it had been much worse for Chris. At least with his crimes on her they had been concrete actions, deliberate in their maliciousness. He had taken her by force, using her as a pawn just for the sake of inflicting harm upon his most hated rival. She had never told Chris. He had been enough of a mess after Kijuju. With Chris, his actions had been darker, more sinister. He had in a way raped Chris' psyche; stealing from him any sense of peace he would ever know. Twisted claws had been wrapped so deeply around his mind that he would never be free no matter how much time passed. That was clear now more then ever.

Until now she hadn't been able to figure out why Chris' mental state had progressively gone down the gutter after Africa. At first she thought it was guilt over letting the B.O.W. use her in his devious plans, but she soon saw it was much more then that.

One of the most disturbing instances had been one day when she had come over to see him. He had been sitting on the couch in the dark. The city lights that poured in through the terrace window had illuminated his face. The look in his eyes could only be described as derision. He laughed to himself at what seemed to be nothing in particular.

"Chris, what are you doing? Are you okay?"

She knelt down in front of him and took his hands in hers only to find that they were covered in blood.

"Chris what the hell did you do?"

"What did I do Jill?" he mocked. "Since when were you together enough to play therapist, hmm?"

His words had hurt. She had ended up slapping him in the face and storming out. She had been the only person that had remained by him through it all, how could he have been so cruel?

She had found out later that he had tried to kill himself earlier in the night. If she had known that she would have never left him alone no matter what spiteful words he had attacked her with. Apparently he had called Claire hysterically repeating that he couldn't forget and asking her why. She had also found out from the younger Redfield that he had admitted to trying to jump off a bridge, but that he had blacked out. Claire had begged him to call Jill seeing as how she herself was halfway across the country with Terrasave unable to be of much assistance. But he claimed he was fine after venting and that it was just a fluke. Claire and Jill decided to report the incident anyway, immediately landing him at the BSAA's shrink.

Jill had been requested to sit in on a few of his now required sessions, although Chris didn't seem to thrilled with the idea.

"How did seeing Albert Wesker alive again make you feel agent Redfield?" the therapist asked in analyzing fashion.

"What do you think asshole? Fucking pissed." He replied defensively.

"Chris don't be rude, he's just trying to help." Jill had cut in. She placed a hand on his arm gently. He shoved it off like her contact had burned. Standing, he made his way for the door but, before walking out and slamming it behind him he turned back to his partner and the therapist glaring.

"You know how the both of you can help? Leave me the fuck alone..."

Him stirring in the bed drew her out of her thoughts and she went to his bedside.

"Chris," she whispered with a soft smile not quite reaching her opened his eyes slowly.

"Please don't be mad," he pleaded, voice breathy.

"Why would I be mad? I can never stay mad at you," She rested a hand tenderly on his head.

"She didn't mean anything to me you know."

"Who Chris?"

"Jill of course. It was you I wanted. So don't be mad." He reached for her hand and moved it down his body until he forced it to make contact with his now all too obvious erection. She blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but he held it tight.

"You're in no condition for this," she stated flustered. "Just who do you think I am?"

"Quit playing coy and just fuck me Albert." At this point tears filled Jill's eyes and she wrenched from his grip and ran out of the hospital room. She could only take so much.

This was by far the worst delusion he had had yet. If this disease didn't stop or end Chris' life soon, it was going to be the death of both him and Jill.

"Albert, don't leave me alone…" he muttered before weakly drifting off to sleep again.

"Don't leave me alone…"

Dun dun dun! Lol…

Chris is crazy yey! The apartment part with Jill was a reference to the viral advertisements that were released in promotion for the fifth game. I thought those were so cool, so I was kind of let down when the actual game came out and Chris wasn't all disturbed the whole time.

I adore PTSD Chris and think his character would have been a hundred times more amazing in that game if they had followed through with that. Example being I think he should have twitched or something when Sheva said the word partner. Not only did she say it 8 million times, lol, but it should've put him in the fetal position or made him punch a wall considering what happened to Jill and all. But oh well… so yes I'm following through with PTSD Chris because I love him and I want Wesker to have his gay babies lol.

Sorry this one is short and has a vomit reference at the start. I've been really sick from my post surgery meds/the surgery itself so I felt like torturing Chris with how I've been feeling. Dry heaves suck balls and not in the yummy way lol…

So in ending of my rambling please REVIEW. I continued this story because I got so much input on the first chapter and I'd like to hear more so I will be inspired to continue it even further. It was originally supposed to be a one shot so go team!