The Creation Of A Cure

Chapter Ten-Event (redacted)

You sit in your hospital bed and look at your legs your skin looks like you had gotten a bad sunburn. You had pushed the covers to the end of the bed in a pile their weight atop your tender skin making you uncomfortable. You run your hand over your now bald head and sigh. How much more would you give up for this foundation? You had been debriefed already, hell they barely had let you clean the sludge of your body before the questions began. You were exhausted but you faught sleep too afaird of what you may dream. Home that word now horrified you, when once it brought you comfort. You wanted comfort a gentle voice telling you kind words, but silence was what you were given. At least life had prepared you in a sense, to be alone like this. You were under watch to make sure you were not under 035 influence any longer and so you sat alone wishing silently to see 049. The door then opens to reviel Dr.Harris.
"Hello Dr.Crow." She says "Fancy seeing you here." You don't even bother looking at her and keep staring at the wall. "Your not sleeping I see." She says tapping her tablet.
"I am not under your medical jurisdiction." You reply softy.
"Funny thing." She replies walking over to a medical cabinet. "Your anatomy is very human so technically you do." You watch her remove a needle and fill it with medication. You shift uneasy in your bed, eyeing the door.
"Haliours." You reply
"Indeed." Dr.Harris replied tapping the needle before forcing out the air bubbles. "Now I believe you need rest."
"I would rather not." You say grimacing.
"I really don't care what you would rather do." Dr.Harris stated flatly. "Now you can either give me your arm willingly or I can have you restrained." You bite your bottom lips as your heart pounds viciously in your chest.
"I really don't think that this is a good idea." You say your body coiling like a spring.
"Gaurds!" Dr.Harris yells smiling cruelly. Four guards file in weapons ready. "Restrain her."

049 paused from writing in his journal and stood from his desk, something was different. He walked slowly toward his containment cell door and paused. He narrowed his eyes as the very familiar smell of dried flowers and sweet mold assaulted him.
"Ah yes, it seems it is time." 049 muttered.
"SCP 049 repeat what you just said." Dr. Itkin demanded. 049 chuckled darkly and looked slowly into the camera,
"It is time." He repeated.
"Time for what?" Dr.Itkin asked. 049 dark chuckle turned into a laugh, "Scp 049! Time for what!" Dr.Itkin yelled.
"You shall see doctor, you shall see." 049 replied. Silence followed his statement as 049 withdrew his medical bag. Removing a few rare herbs he began to crush them in his motor as he walked to his cabinet taking three small bottles.
"Scp 049 what are you doing?" Dr.Itkin asked.
"Preparing treatment." 049 replied off handily. Placing the mixture in a beaker he add a small amount of water and set the flame alight on the burner.
"Is it for your cure SCP 049?" Dr.Itkin asked.
"No and I would appreciate quiet Doctor surely you can understand ones need to concentrate." 049 replied annoyed. "Yes she shall require my utmost care."
"Scp 049 what illness are you preparing to treat." Dr.Itkin asked firmly. 049 carefully weighted a fine golden powder that spilled forth from a old worn envolpe. "SCP 049! I expect an answer!" Dr.Itkin demanded harshly. 049 add the powder to the liquid that had come to a boil. A puff of yellow smoke crackled and hiss in the air. Waving it away impatiently 049 withdrew a needle and plunged into his wrist withdrawing a small amount of blood. "Scp 049! Answer me or I will be force to send in agents to put a stop to this!" Dr.Itkin bellowed. Removing the needle 049 paused and looked up. His heart was beating maddeningly fast, as the smell grew strong.
"She shall need this to awaken, I must be allowed to finish." 049 replied. "I will save her."
"Who Scp 049?" Dr.Itkin asked.
"Raven." 049 muttered carefully adding a few drops from the needle into a petre dish. Placing it under the microscope, 049 used an eye dropper to put a drop of the medicine atop his blood. He made quick notes in his book before standing and grabbing a small bottle labelled rosemary root. 049 grounded it up and added it to his mixture, giving it a stir he again add a few drops of his blood to a clean petre dish before adding a drop of his new mixture.
"Scp 049 stay where you Agents are coming into your cell." An unfamiliar womens voice called. 049 did not acknowledge the voice or the opening door as the creation of his treatment consumed him.
"SCP 049, I believe you know why I am here." Dr.Bright said.
"Yes, yes in good time." 049 said dismissively.
"SCP 049 we do not have time." Dr.Bright says. 049 glance briefly at him a scowl across his face,
"You can not rush these things doctor. As a man of medicine and of science you should know that." 049 spat angrily. Carefully he began measuring small pinches of white power. Once perfect he added it swirling the jar to mix it faster. It began to glow a brilliant gold as it's light illuminated his cell. "It is ready. Allow me to gather my things then we shall be off." 049 said quickly packing his medical supplies back in his bag.
"Whhoaa there lover boy who said you were going anywhere." Dr.Bright said raising his hands.
"You jest surely. Yes you must be." 049 said. "Too many thing may go wrong in my absence. Too many unknowns." 049 readies several needles placing then gently into his bag.
"SCP 049 you are not going. The safety risk is too high." Dr.Bright said. "I am in enough shit as it is. God the paper work." 049 watched Dr.Bright rub his temples.
"You test me Doctor. I will save her from the clutches of the consuming slumber." 049 barks angrily.
"So you do know what is going on." Dr.Bright says adjusting his glasses.
"Of course do you take me for a layman. Now take me to her at once." 049 spat.