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left me a beautiful disaster; [opeeeeeeen]

After everything had been sorted out with Steve, there had been a small matter of Claire's injuries. Which turned out to not be so small, when the possibility that she could be infected since she'd been burned by Steve's blood cropped up. So she'd been cleaned up, patched up, poked, and then stuck in a bubble in Contagion for observation.

She hated being down here, but it was an entirely different experience when you were stuck on the other side of the bubble. At least it gave her a lot of time to think about what had happened, and quietly guilt herself about all the people injured and the few that had been potentially infected, like her.

Not to say that she wouldn't talk to anyone else, were they to show up and talk to her.

[ooc: obvs open to anyone who got locked up in contagion too, or visitors, or if people want to visit other ~~lab rats~~ detainees and ignore claire, that's cool too, just leave a note so i know what's up :Db]

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"You're not blaming yourself for that too, are you?" he asked, a bit suspiciously. "Boneheads like us get ourselves hurt no matter what."

"That bonehead wouldn't have gotten hurt if he hadn't been trying to protect me." So yes, Chris, she is blaming herself for that one too.

"That was his choice, not yours," Chris reminded her. "And you're not blaming him for your injuries."

"That's because this was pretty much all me," she replied, gesturing at herself, before shrugging one shoulder. "I got in the way so that Steve wouldn't flatten Leon like a pancake. Then he had to go and mess it up by getting flattened anyway." She knew Leon had probably saved her life, but that didn't stop her from being irrationally annoyed he had to go and do stupid things like jump on a Tyrant's back.

"So you also saved his life," he pointed out. Talking with or arguing with Chris was sometimes a lot like arguing with a brick wall, or a kindergartner, in terms of stubbornness.

"Only to have him in turn get hurt. If Miku and Luke hadn't arrived when they did..." She trailed off, shaking her head and reaching up to rub her face with one hand. "We got lucky."

"You did." Chris couldn't argue that one. Some things were only good luck, and the fact that Leon and Claire hadn't both been crushed under a monster's foot was pure and simple luck.

He offered her an awkward little corner of a smile. "You can at least be glad about that?"

She sighed, smiling a little and dropping her hand.

"Yeah, I am glad about that. But I can't help but feel like I messed things up."

He nodded, and wished there was something he could say to change her mind about blaming herself. But the Redfields were a very stubborn people, and he knew well enough there wasn't any kind of magical thread of logic to go by.

"Give it some time," he offered. "Take it easy for a few days and it'll be all right."

She just kind of looked at him for a second, before smiling a little and shaking her head.

"Well it's not like I can do anything in here besides take it easy."

"And knowing you, that's probably a good thing," he pointed out.

"Hah hah," she responded dryly, rolling her eyes at her brother. Of course, even if she were free to move she didn't really know what she'd be doing besides sitting in contagion, keeping an eye on Steve, and still blaming herself.

He shrugged. "Come on, you know I'm the same way," he said.

"Speaking of which, you want me to keep an eye on Sherry or something while you're in there?"

Claire frowned briefly, before nodding her head.

"Yeah. Leon, too. I'm sure Sherry'll keep after him about resting, but she doesn't always lean on him as hard as he needs someone leaning to get him to take it easy." And while Claire's version of leaning sometimes involved a lack of clothing... well, obviously she didn't expect that of Chris. "Just make sure he doesn't overdo it."

"That, I can do," he said, almost looking satisfied with the assignment. Hell, if intimidating his sister's boyfriend was a necessary action, he could definitely deliver.

"If Sherry doesn't run screaming from me, I'll keep her out of trouble."

She smirked a little at Chris's response to his assignment, but didn't say anything. At the mention about Sherry, though, she sighed.

"She'll warm up to you, I promise."

"It's all right. She's just shy. And I know better than anyone I'm kind of scary-looking," he assured her. "You should see some of the kids I've met on assignment. Once they find out I'm a nice guy, they're all over me for candy or wanting me to pick them up."

Chris Redfield hugs: a universal language.

"I can imagine," Claire replied, smiling at that. She'd never found her brother particularly scary-looking, but then again, he was her brother. all he'd ever been to her had been the nice guy who gave candy and hugs.

"Maybe you should try the candy thing with her. She likes to act like she's grown up, but she actually shows her age whenever she gets presents." Which was nice. Claire didn't want Sherry growing up too quickly, it seemed like she'd been robbed of so much of her childhood, as it was.

"You know, maybe I should," he murmured. What kid could resist candy? Hell, candy even worked pretty well on a lot of adults he knew. ~~Not him, certainly.~~

"You wouldn't happen to have any candy lying around, would you?"

She was reluctant to reveal the location of her secret stash of candy she'd picked up on shore leave to her brother. He was notorious for stealing sweet things. She hesitated a moment, before squinting her eyes in thought.

"There might be some left in a bag in my nightstand? I don't know. There might've been something picked up in the real food, too."

"True," he said. "Don't worry, I'll find something sweet to bribe her with. She'll be hanging off my arm like a jungle gym in no time."

She grinned at the visual, tilting her head to the side.

"I hope so. She likes running a lot but she could do with a little more climbing." And Chris was like a mountain to a tiny kid like Sherry.

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