Dr. Buck, for all her faults, was observant. Which allowed her to very quickly notice that something was wrong with Dr. Collingwood. The normally kind, chipper woman now rarely spoke and actively avoided people, even her SCP friends (and she treated them like they were family). When they hung out together now, she was the one who had to awkwardly try to start the conversation (d*mn her lack of social skills), as Dr. Collingwood would go completely silent otherwise. This time, however, she'd planned ahead and intended to use this to her advantage.
"Dr. Collingwood, how are you feeling?"
"Al-Alright, I guess."
"You haven't been very, well, approachable for the last month and a half, which is a bit concerning for someone like you."
Dr. Collingwood looked away.
"Collingwood?"
Silence.
"Molly?" Dr. Buck reach out and tapped her shoulder
"I don't want to talk about it," she snapped.
"Dr. Collingwood-"
"I said I don't want to talk about it," she growled through her teeth, her scar flushing red with anger. She whirled around and stormed out of the room.
Dr. Buck sat there in shock. Dr. Collingwood never snapped at someone without a very good reason, and racking through her brain, she couldn't think of anything she'd done in the past month that would warrant her getting mad.
That coma must've done something to her...
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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:...
