I opened my eyes and saw a certain beak in front of my face. The doctor gazed down at me with worry and concern, but it was hard to tell. I felt an ice pack rest calmly on my head and a gloved hand stroke my hair.
"Ah, you're awake. I was starting to worry."
"Worry? Why would you worry?" I asked the doctor, who got up from my bed and walked over to a small tray and grabbed some medicine and walked back.
"You were flailing in your slumber and muttering. Are you alright, dear?" I felt dizzy and tilted my head back. The doctor grabbed my hand softly, afraid if he'd grab it any harsher he'd risk 'activating' his deadly touch.
"I'm dizzy..." He slowly sat me up and I ended up leaning on his side by accident. He tensed at the accident but didn't back away. He moved his hands to my side and brought me in for a slow and highly uncomfortable hug. He wasn't even sure if he should be comforting me in this fashion. I felt my s/c face become a little red.
"I'm sorry... I don't know what happened. Anyway, the dream I had was a memory of my childhood. I don't want to talk about it..." I had grabbed my wrist that held a marking. I had been branded, basically, as a child. 2 years of age. I still remember the weird men that took me in, promising me they'd welcome me into their family... but when I came home one day after a play date with one of old friends, they brought me to a room downstairs and chained me to a bar on the floor. They then grabbed the materials to burn a mark on my wrist. After that, I don't remember anything at all. I don't remember my life until this point.
"That is alright, dear. If you'd like to talk about it when you're prepared, do not be afraid to tell me. I feel there may be a connection." I leaned my head on his chest and he tensed once more.
"I brought some medicine for you." He handed me the bottle gross stuff and I winced at the smell.
"Cherry?" I questioned.
"Indeed. It is the only flavor I had left. I apologize if you do not enjoy the taste of it. I could ask the guards for other fla-"
"-No, it's alright... I hate cherry medicine, but I have to take it." I held the little bottle up to my lips but didn't actually take it. The smell made me gag as I pulled it away.
"Do you have water?" He nodded and stood up to grab a glass for me. In that time I took the chance to down the horrible liquid. I coughed and gagged as a glass was held in front of me. I grabbed it and chugged it down, gagging and gasping for breath.
"Gahhh... hah..." I breathed. I felt a hand on my back as I coughed.
"Are you doing better, 1527?" I sighed and felt a new feeling overwhelm me. Normally whenever I get these headaches I have a strong feeling. Sometimes anger, sometimes joy... but this time it was a new feeling. I pulled the doctor to me and he fell onto my bed. He let out a quiet shocked gasp and I held him to me.
"Oh, I feel much better, Doctor." I purred in his ear that was hidden by his hood. He tried to resist me by struggling to get free, and once he did, his mask had fallen crooked on his face. I didn't see much, but I did see a red blush covering his cheek. He fixed the mask and turned his back to me. I could still hear the heavy breaths of the panicky plague doctor as he tried to calm down from what happened. The doctor tried not to show the strong emotion that he is feeling. I felt my feelings fade back to normal and I felt my face heat up.
"I'm so sorry... I forgot to mention that happens sometimes..." but SCP-049 did not respond. I could see his shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths that could be heard from under his mask.
"Doctor?"
"I...need to be elsewhere at the moment." He then walked out of his room to think about what has happened.
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