SCP-049 x Reader - Untouchable

Chapter 18

   The sight of you was rather solemn, being in the way you were almost hunching into yourself. Your features and posture mimicked a sadness in grace; a person who was wounded unjustly, bothered and merely wished to be held in validation just once.

   And, just sometimes, I wondered if your thoughts were the same.

   Moving towards you, my actions were eased and casual. I hadn't wanted to alarm those watching us. You made no acknowledgement to me approaching.

   Stopping in front of you, I threw one last final glance to your colleagues to see their reactions to what I was doing. They were propped up now, eyeing me intently. Dr. Juarez held a hand over a button, guards eyeing him down for the order to restrain me.

   I ignored them, lifting a single gloved hand. The last time I was this close to you was when I had taken you from that... Creature. I hadn't known what it was. I was able to practically feel the emotions radiating from you.

   My hand rested on your shoulder, prompting a single, ginger shake. "You're spacing out again, [Name]." A habit of yours.

   You blinked rapidly, head lifting as your eyes trained on me. Noticing the rather limited distance, your brows knit together as you lurched back. "W-Why— Step away!"

   I straightened myself and took a few steps back. "Apologies."

   "Farther," you hissed, collecting your things.

   A voice cracked into the room, belonging to Dr. Juarez. "[Name], we're through for today. Please exit the cell immediately."

   You shot me a quick glare before turning hastily and making exit through the door, leaving without another word.

   I, too, was speechless, and shifted to peer through the glass. Their focus was on you, Dr. Juarez ever so obviously rattling on you. I watched as your nose wrinkled in distaste for his words.

   I knew the feeling too well: Being ridiculed for your work, or how you approached things.

   Or were they scolding you for spacing out?

   My eyes faintly narrowed underneath my mask. Surely not? If I was at least aware you couldn't help it, they must have known as well?

   Before I knew it, you were gone, and I was left alone with your hawk-eyed colleagues to shadow me. I loosened my shoulders and lumbered to the bed, lowering down onto it whilst my mind went elsewhere. I wasn't sure what to think of my situation anymore.

    The other doctors had dispersed for what seemed about thirty minutes ago. My management of time was a bit skewered due to the length of it spent in confinement at the Site, however long that may have been.

   I remained on the bed, itching to work on my cure as usual. Yet, also as usual, I had no way of doing it. My own chances of continuing my work was either good behaviour or escaping the Site. I had given up recently on the latter.

   A faint sound alerted me. My head shot up, eyes trained on the door that had just closed. Then to you.

   [Last Name]...?