SCP 049 X OC

Part Two: Daydreams and Thoughts~

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In his cell, 049 was flipping though medical books, seeking out the correct visuals and diagrams. He was preparing for an operation.

"Come now, there simply must be a way to remedy this." He said aloud.

The old doctor had several books on the human brain spread out on his medic's station, and he was looking for one thing in particular: how to alleviate yourself from unwanted thoughts. There had to be a cortex that could be cut, a gland that could be glossed over with a sharp instrument that would spill out the correct chemical that would heal what he believed to be a mental wound. 

The flustered physician turned a few more pages and stopped on one. "Ah, this looks promising."

He lifted up his mask and found the right side of his head. While still looking down at the diagram in the book, he pointed his freshly sharpened scalpel at the right point of incision, and...

'What are you doing, medico?'

'Good lord... Can I not have a bit of privacy?' He slammed his hand down on the book, sending the scalpel flying.

'No.' Came the voice's curt and truthful answer. 'Besides, you were about to perform chirurgia (surgery) on yourself.' He stated. 'This is most unlike you, my friend. What troubles you?'

049 sighed. "It's really none of your business now, is it 035." He said out loud. No point in keeping to himself, he'd already been interrupted... Again!

"Now now", the mask said, "who would you rather talk to? Those 'nice' doctors that treat us so well, or the annoying mask above your head?"

049 growled, pulling out the chair to his desk and laying his head on his books. "Fine, alright." He conceded, taking a deep breath, "I've... I have had an encounter with someone that I was not expecting to..." 

SCP 035 began to question. "Expecting 'what', exactly?"

"I was not expecting it to interfere with my everyday contemplation, meditation, and my very memories. It's like I am, myself..." He paused. "... sick." He choked out the last word.

The mask was silent for a moment, and 049 thought the Italian had given up on talking to him.

"So you met a girl, and you cannot get la ragazza (the girl) out of your mind." He finally answered.

There was a palpable silence. 

He could practically see the mask smiling thought the walls and floor. "Has the old medico della peste finally found his infermiera peste (plague nurse)?"

SCP 049 suddenly rose from his seat. "It is not like that. She's... This doctor... Is different. She didn't want to talk about what the other doctors wanted to know, she wanted to talk about other things...About books and-and medical science, not at all like the others..."

*earlier*

*SCP 049's POV*

After the doctor had asked me several questions, she had gone silent for a few minutes. This gave me time to study her a bit more.

She looked to be quite young compared to the others, perhaps still in her teenage years. Her brown hair was in disarray from stumbling into my cell, falling over her glasses-covered eyes and framing her face perfectly.

Whilst the young lady concentrated on her writing book, I could sense exactly what 'kind' of disease I had sensed earlier. It seemed to come from inside of her brain...

I caught her eyes glance up and quickly look back down, her face gaining a bit of color afterwards. But I had only seen the color after I myself had averted my eyes from hers.

The doctor cleared her throat. "S-so, wh-what do you wanna talk about?" She looked up at me, conserving her amount of eye contact.

I tilted my head, curious. "My dear, you seem quite nervous." I said, watching her squirm in her seat slightly. "Is this how your disease ails you?"

The doctor's eyes flashed up and met mine. Such beautiful, curious brown eyes...

"You mean my anxiety? Um... Yes, I suppose you could call it an 'ailment'." I watched her eyes drift over to the side of my cell, over near my stack of books.

It may not have been a disease I was prepared for, but having it made her a patient of mine now. There was more to this particular patient, though. And I was prepared to delve as deep as I could.

"Yes, well, it seems as though this 'anxiety' is not the only disease. There is something else... Something that 'effects your attention'." I said.

She laid her head down on her writing pad. "Right. I have ADD, and it's not a fun disease to have... Well", she corrected herself, "it's more of a condition than a disease." She kept her eyes trained on mine. "But, enough about that... What are all these?" She suddenly got up and walked over to my books.

I felt a sudden urge to go over and protect my small collection, so I followed suit. She picked one up and examined the spine, "Encyclopedia Britannica, huh? These ones are very old though." She laid the book down rather fast, as if afraid she'd damage it.

I smiled at this and picked the book up myself. "Yes, they are rather outdated, but they provide me with valuable information to aid me in my duties." I held out the book to her. She gave me a cautious look and I offered her the book again. "You're welcome to look through it, if you wish."

The doctor took it and sat down at my desk. She flipped through the pages carefully, whispering excitements under her breathe. "Wow, thank you for letting me take a look at this." She smiled up at me. "You wouldn't believe how excited I was to learn about an SCP that was as fond of reading as I am."

I laughed slightly, "you're very welcome." This one was so different... How was I to deal with my current situation?

I grabbed another book, sat down beside her, and began to read myself.

We stayed like this until the loudspeaker announced that our time was up and for her to move away from me.

She rose and pushed in the chair. "Well, this has really been an eventful talk, hasn't it?" She joked.

"Quite." I said, marking my place and shutting my book.

As she gathered her things and went towards the door, I couldn't help remembering... "Doctor? You never gave me your name."

She tensed up and looked away, embarrassed. Then she said, "Dr. Quinn Stirling, sir. But if you will, don't refer to me as 'Dr. Quinn', it's a personal thing."

"A rather lovely name, I would think." I say, her face going red in turn.

She nodded, "ooookaaay... Well, I have to go, I'm sure I'll see you again... soon. Goodnight, doctor."

"Sleep well, Doctor." I say and she leaves, leaving me to my racing thoughts.

*back to the present, part II*

"You like her, don't you?"

"Shut up, you porcelain prig."

A/N: Done! Whoo! I went through several different scenarios with this one, and this one turned out the best. And to explain the part where doc tried to operate on himself, I've been watching TheVolgun play surgeon simulator as SCP 049. I swear, hearing him swear as 049 is fucking great! So, tell me how I did! Love it? Hate it? Leave me a comment please. Now... I shall dive head-first into a sea of college work and stress! Bye bye!