S13 - Wesker Cure

But he had taken too long. Wesker felt the sting in his free shoulder as Baymax's needle pierced his skin. Wesker let out another grunt of pain as he felt the solution inside the syringe start to enter his bloodstream. For a moment, Wesker felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Fear. And the one to do it was a 6’2” inflatable with the voice of an electronic tour guide.

The urgency instilled in him allowed him to finally grab the screwdriver, gripping the handle with white knuckles. Wesker thrust it into the side of Baymax’s head like a madman, driving it all the way to the handle. He let go, allowing the screwdriver to fall out on its own and the air to begin to leak.

The high-pitched whistle was music to Wesker’s ears, but Baymax himself didn’t seem overly perturbed about it. The robot simply stood up and began to walk around the room at the same pace he had before. His eyes were down, watching the ground as he wandered around aimlessly.

Was he searching for something? Or perhaps Wesker had hit one of his parts and caused a malfunction? Whatever it was, he had an opportunity. He had to make some distance between himself and this infernal machine.

Wesker sat up off the floor only for the room to begin spinning. He tried to ignore it as he propped himself up on his hands, but he couldn’t get his feet under himself. They slipped on the floor and his knees buckled, Wesker only barely catching himself from hitting the wooden floor. He could feel himself growing weaker as the treatment Baymax had administered was working its way through his body, attacking the virus that granted him his godlike abilities. His vision was starting to grow blurry as the world continued to whirl around him as Wesker began to sweat. His mind was racing, trying to formulate some kind of plan. Distance. He needed distance.

He attempted to clamber to his feet, but he just couldn’t do it. He fell forward, scraping his arms along the hardwood. He heard Baymax chime in beside him, but he couldn’t make out the phrase due to the ringing in his ears. He could barely even see the robot, rather just seeing a mass of pure white moving through a sea of smeared colours. Wesker was resigned to stumbling across the room, slowly making his way to the door.

His hands eventually found the entranceway, clutching to the side of the door to steady himself. His fingers dug into the wood, his superhuman strength still intact. The treatment was effective, but not entirely so. Wesker could fix this if he could make it back to the mansion. But ahead of him was a challenge that, in his current state, seemed too daunting to overcome.

The stairwell.

Wesker slowly staggered to the top of the first flight of stairs. He wrapped both his arms around the railing, leaning his weight against the cool metal. His first step was safe; it landed square on the step. He took another step, his foot coming down on the edge of the step. He started to fall forward and instinctively clutched harder to the railing, sending his body swinging into the metal. He gritted his teeth, trying to find footing on any part of the stairs. As he kicked his feet, he heard the soft sound of squishing vinyl. No. it couldn’t be…

Wesker looked to the top of the stairs, his vision straining to make out all that it could. Like a shining light in the fog, Wesker could see what had happened. It was all he could see.

Duct tape had been slapped onto the side of Baymax’s head, plugging the fatal screwdriver wound. Like a juggernaut, the robot was back. His eyes locked onto Wesker, staring deep into his body.

“Resuming treatment.”

Wesker let go, tumbling down the stairs. He hit the wall at the bottom of the flight, grimacing through the pain and struggling to his feet. He watched his pursuer slowly and methodically take each step as he sprinted for the next flight, practically flinging himself down. If that thing was able to administer more of that solution into his system, there was a chance he could never recover.

- Season 13, Round 2, /u/RobstahTheLobstah