Change Of View (049xReader)

Chapter 15

(Y/e) eyes fluttered open and then clenched shut against the harsh fluorescent lights of the room. The room was supposed to be dimly lit, but failed at that simple task.

049.

You sat up swiftly. The tranquilizer. MTF units. The foundation was back and collecting the Scp's like the lost items they were treated as.

Oh god, where was he? Undoubtedly not here with you in this room. Panicked worry settled itself in your gut. You had been placed in a comfortable bed with white sheets. How did they proceed with him?

"Ah, you're finally awake!", a voice chirped in. You spun around coming face to face with a man standing next to your bed. He was clad in a white lab coat, marking him to be most definitely a scientist. You remembered the face, but weren't sure about his name.

"I'm Dr. Sherman.", he introduced himself anyways. A scientist. Your heart desperately wanted to ask him about 049 right away, but you knew better. After you won this mans favour, you could ask. Right now would only sound suspicious.

"Sorry in advance.", Dr. Sherman said.

Before you could ask why, a sharp pain made you hiss. He had removed the needle stuck in your arm you hadn't noticed until now.

"You had a dangerously low blood count, so we had to hook you up to a transfusion. How come so actually?", he asked friendly.

You were both aware that he already knew the answer. "I was shot.", you replied flatly.

A bandage was placed over the small incision. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.", he didn't sound that at all. "I specifically told our men to shoot with tranquilizers to not hurt anyone. I will talk to them immediately."

You hated this question game. All you wanted was to be left alone. Hell you just woke up and were already confronted with way to much input! Didn't he see how traumatized you were? He saw your injury, he definitely knew.

The Scientist grabbed a chair and took a seat. That only spoke more than words. He wouldn't leave as long as he got his answers. You took a breath and continued this one sided conservation to get it over with quickly.
"No need to, this happened during the beginning of the containment breach."

"Is that so?" Curiosity gleamed in his eyes. "Then how and when did you get shot?"

You visibly tensed. "The... C-tract."

His eyes widened. "But that floor was almost completely wiped out by Scp 096. How did you survive?"

Your eyes darted downward, clearly uncomfortable to delve into these memories. "By not looking at its face."

To say that he was impressed, would be an overstatement. Dr. Sherman was simply... surprised? He hummed thoughtfully and stroke his chin. It reminded you of 049. Oh god, was he alright?

"Who was the scientist that told you?"

"I can read.", you snapped back, immediately regretting the rough answer.

A few awkward silent seconds passed, before he started laughing. You loosened your strained shoulder at the sound, not having realized how hard you had tensed up in the silence. "What a temper you have!", he chuckled.