The Creation Of A Cure

Chapter Seven- The Antics of Dr.Bright

    

      It had been three weeks sense you had been given the 'privilege' of becoming Dr.Bright assistent. Thank god you both agreed you would be better served in medical then following him around most of the time. However he loved to call you to get him out of trouble or to get you to order him some very crazy shit over the net. He also loved to dump his paper work on you, lucky it was giving him too much free time so 05 ordered him to do his own. You sat in your office preparing for 151 operation. It was in a just over a weeks time and you have drowned yourself in your new responsibilities and her operation. Abby had healed and was back to her normal self. Your touch seemed to make people temporarily immune to her anomalous properties. Testing showed it lasted around 24 hrs, and you were delighted that Abby could now start schooling and be around other humans. Your foundation issued phone went off and you whined, it was Dr.Brights ringtone. You begin your search for it,
    "Where did I put you?" You ask as if it will answer you. Lifting your course work on crypto biology you found it.
    "Dr.Crow! This is very important." Dr.Bright says slowly. "Has my DnD first edition books arrived." You groan and pinch the bridge of your nose.
   "Yes, they just came this morning." You reply.
    "Why have you not brought them to my keep yet?" He says angrily. "Those are critical to my game night."
    "I can drop them off on my lunch." You answer.
    "Dr.Crow!" Dr.Bright yells before taking a deep breath "how about this if you bring them to me right now, then I will owe you a very special favour."
     "According to 05 your no longer allowed to offer sexual favours as rewards." You reply smiling.
     "Well....I....have....some new orders and information about SCP 049." He says teasingly. "I could accidentally let you read them." You wince at the mention of his number. The hurt was still fresh, too fresh. You now worked for his captors, not that you had a choice but you felt so conflicted. You wipe away a tear as a trembling breath leaves you. 
    "Fine I will be right down." You say. Grabbing the package you head out of your office. The braclet attached to your wrist beeps as it records your movements. You walk down the endless halls as people whisper and eye you cautiously. You were still a curiosity to them, like a side show freak that they now had to work with. Your heat beats faster as you pass the female researchers in the hall that had approached you the other day in the cafeteria.

Yestarday
   "Your Dr.Crow right?" A female research asked.
    "I am. Can I help you?" You reply looking away from your lap top. Four female researchers surrounded you, all with food trays. You suddenly felt like you were back at university again. Your walls went up, as they all gave you fake smiles.
    "Can we sit with you?" Another asked.
    "Sure, just mind my work." You answer taking a bite of your cheap cafeteria chicken burger.  They sit angling their trays toward you. You cringe as they begin to talk,
    "Sooooo...your our new SCP health care specialist." One asks.
    "I am, sorry but what are your names." You ask moving away your file on SCP 056.
   "I am Dr. Miller Level 4 researcher." Dr.Miller begins. "The young thing beside you is Dr.White only a Level 2 for...now. The blonde is Dr.Harris level 4 head of site 19 human medical and the burnette is Dr.Garcia Level 4 psychiatrist."
    "Hello," you say nodding your head "not to be rude but what is it you want."
    "God damn it Kim just ask her." Dr.Garcia spat taking a bit of her salada.
    "Fine. So your a SCP right." She asked 
    "Yes." You say hiding your sadness and anger. "I have yet to be given a designation number. 05 has ordered I be called Dr. Raven Crow until further notice."
     "Right soo what is it you do." Dr. Miller asks. You hear Dr.White whisper to the others
     "Beside opening her legs." The others giggle and you ignore them.
     "My powers are still being explored. So far it seems that I can transfer my resistances to some SCP's anomalous properties to others and I can heal myself though that is uncontrollable. So far that is all." 
    "So SCP 049 can touch you?" Dr. White says smirking. You sigh loudly,
    "Yes he can." Yep this is why you had few friends, you reminded yourself.
    "How old are you." Dr.Millar asked
    "25." You reply making notes on 191 operation. "Dr. Harris have you secured the bone marrow and blood I have requested. As well as a suitable donor for Scp 191 skin transplant." Dr.Harris glares at you,
      "Yes. Even though you gave me such short notice. I managed." Rolling your eyes you turn back to your work. "Tell me what is it like to get one of the most coveted positions in the Foundation." Dr. Harris asked bitterly. Great you though here we go.
     "Minus the fact I am prisoner and an experiment. Great." You spit back
     "You know most people have to work their entire lives to get your job." Dr. Harris says aggressively tarring apart her sandwich.
     "Come on Lisa." Dr. Miller says pouting her bright pink lips. "It's not her fault she is a slut." Your heart beats in pure rage, how dare these women mock you and the trauma you have been through. On the outside you just smile numbly.
    "So how is Dr.Bright in bed." Dr.White says "I heard he is into some really wired shit."
     "Come on Eva that is old news everyone has slept with Dr.Bright. I want to know what SCP 049 is like." Dr. Miller says grinning.
      "Nothing happened." You reply in earnest.
       "Not what I heard." Dr.Garcia countered
       "Ya I heard he is very aggressive." Dr.White says sipping on her diet coke. "Very aggressive."
      "He is a gentleman." You snort, regretful you even replied. You open an email from the computer technician who will be accompanying you in surgery.
      "Oh?" Dr.Millar says, "so it is true. Then you must tell me what he is it like."
      "Seriously Kim. I swear your getting into some kinky shit." Dr. Harris snorts at her.
      "Don't tell me you don't find his voice sexy. I mean think about what is under those robes." Dr.Millar says sighing like a high schooler with a crush.
    "You do know that his robes are attached to his flesh." I say giving a dry laugh.
     "You got his hood off didn't you." Dr. Millar spat "I am sure he can shed the rest with the right persuasion. Shame his hair is black I was hoping for blonde." You begin packing your files away throughly finished with the conversation. When you feel two hand hold your shoulder still. Yellow finger nail digging slighty in as Doctor White stands above you. "Were not done yet." Dr.Miller says "I want to know and your going to tell me."
     "Go fuck yourself." You spit at her your eyes staring at her. She chuckles,
     "Look I get what I want and I want to know." Dr. Millar said leaning over the table.  Narrowing your eyes you remove your cell phone out of your pocket.
    "Fine." You say faking defeat. You quickly type in S.O.S and send it to Dr. Bright. "What do you want to know." Dr.Millar nods to Dr.White who sits down beside you again.
    "We can start with is he a good kisser." Dr. Millar said smiling cruelly.
     "Amazing." You reply smiling smugly. You watch her frown as you look over her shoulder. "Dr.Bright." You say waving. The women quickly begin to stand, as Dr.Bright walks over.
     "Dr.Crow. Making enemies. With the mean girls of course." He says smiling. That S.O.S had cost you a night of modeling dresses.