Dr. Collingwood made her way to the conference room. A meeting had been called by Director Jones to discuss SCP-6134. She'd received a message from him earlier saying that he was going to be late. Again.
She was only a few dozen feet from the door when another migraine hit her. She fell to her knees, clutching her head. Her eyes watered. It felt like Abel had taken a sledgehammer and swung it straight into her head.
Pull yourself together, Molly, she growled at herself. It's just ten minutes. You can go take the rest of the day off after that to see what's going on with your head.
She slowly got up, supporting herself against the wall and limping the rest of the way. She found herself sitting between Mr. Moore and Dr. Buck. Both gave her looks of concern but stayed silent.
The meeting itself passed by like a blur. It was almost impossible to keep her composure with her pounding skull.
Finally it was over. She stumbled out, her head still feeling like a balloon about to burst.
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Mr. Moore turned, noticing that Dr. Collingwood wasn't following the group of researchers leaving the room. She was standing near the doorway, supporting herself against the wall with one hand and clutching her head in the other. Her knuckles were white and her skin was ashy pale.
"Um, Dr. Collingwood? You okay?" He reached towards her, unsure of what to do. She didn't reply.
Everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion.
She tried to take a step forward. Her hand left the wall.
Her legs buckled beneath her and she collapsed to the floor.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
