John leaned back against the wall, sighing. Ever since Dr. Collingwood had fallen comatose and didn't show signs of waking up anytime soon, if ever, his mind wandered back to the day they met, and she'd managed to coax him out of the shell he'd been hiding in for centuries.
When he was in a rage from being looked at, it seemed as if all reason had been ripped away from him. He reckoned that the only thing that saved her was pure luck.
The fear of hurting someone was part of the reason why he was hesitant to befriend her, but it wasn't just that. She was a human and could only live eighty years. He, on the other hand... well, he didn't know if he had a limit to his lifespan. All he knew is that he'd be alive long after she was gone. He wanted her to enjoy what little time she had left. After all, in the grand scheme of things, eighty years was but the blink of an eye.
This was exactly what he was most afraid of. Someone he cared about above everything else lying at death's door, and him powerless to do anything about it.
"Hey, John?"
John shook his head. "Yeah, Billy?"
"Why you staring off into space?"
"Just... thinking."
"About what?"
"About how I somehow managed to become friends with Dr. Collingwood."
Billy sat down next to him. "I hope she'll be okay. I never thought I'd ever say this, but I kinda miss how she'd scold me whenever I do something stupid."
"I miss her too, Billy."
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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:...
