SCP-049 x Reader [Immortality]

Medbay

Waking up, you find yourself blinded by a bright light. You groan out, trying to block whatever it is but your head is also throbbing. You find yourself laying on something rather soft. Are you dead? Are you in some sort of Heaven? Your eyes begin adjusting and you realize you're in some sort of Medbay and on a bed. You look down to see yourself still wearing the orange prisoner suit and an IV on your arm. Great, you are still alive in this hell hole.

Memories from before come to you as you think you're about to have a panic attack until you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Miss L/N?" The sound of a female voice caught your attention as you turned around to see a woman resembling a nurse, she was wearing blue scrubs. She was the first other female you've seen since you got here. In a way, it gave you some sort of comfort knowing you aren't the only woman in this place.

"W-who are you? Where am I?" you ask, still distressed from earlier events. You try to get up but then get pushed gently back down by the woman.
"Hey, take your time, there's no rush. You're inside the Medbay for Class-D personnel, you had quite the fall and you hit your head. So I'm here to patch you up." You touched your head that was throbbing and hissed as you did. Half of your head is bandaged up.

"It was only a small cut but it needed stitches, so you'll be getting mean as migraines. So these should help." She hands you an orange bottle of pills.
"Thank you..." You couldn't help but smile a little because she seemed like a very kind person.

"I'll need to change that bandage just one more time before you leave" She says, grabbing a fresh bandage from the bench. You sat up for her as she started unwrapping the old bandage. You were slightly confused as to how this woman was treating you so kindly, you'd expect everyone who works here to be cold and strict.

You look more at your surroundings to see some beds filled with Class-Ds. Some you couldn't see what was wrong with them but some seem to have had broken bones or lost limbs. You gasp at the sight as you wonder what could have happened to them.

The nurse suddenly closes a curtain beside you, restricting your vision from the area.

"Hey, calm down, it's okay..." You failed to realize you were going through another panic attack. The nurse tries to calm you down by stroking your back.
"It's not exactly okay, when you're stuck here forced to be a test subject for your inhumane tests." you say venomously. The nurse stops and you regret what you had said.

"I'm sorry, I understand what position you're in. I just wanted to make sure you are okay" Now you feel really bad. "No, no, it's fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that..." you try to reassure.

"Could I ask what your name is?" The nurse nods and points at a badge on the left side of her chest. "Dr Rachael" she says smiling. Oh she is a doctor and not a nurse. "Oh I thought you were a nurse?" you ask. "Well yes and no, I am both Doctor and Nurse." she replies. "Oh I see." you say, as she secures the new bandage around your head.

Her accent was quite interesting to you too, it sounded Australian but it still sounded different.
"Do you happen to know some guard with an Australian accent around here?" You ask. She hesitates to speak. "I-i know a few guards that have an Australian accent..." She clears her throat and walks up to a bench but seems to be fidgeting with whatever was on it. "Oh, well it seems like you would because you sound Australian." you reply.

The nurse chuckles at your comment and takes a deep breath before looking back at you. "I wouldn't exactly call myself Australian. Your comment can come as an insult for my people, but that's enough about that. I can't exactly talk about myself to you." she smiles. "Oh I'm sorry!" you say trying to reassure her that you weren't trying to insult her. She shakes her head and comes closer to you to whisper. "Although, there is one who I've actually taken a liking to." you gasp and she quietly giggles. "But like most Australians, they have the habit of cursing at the most random times, typical for the Australians." That was so true. You once saw a group of Australians cursed at least once in every sentence they said. They even called each other slurs casually but they got angry about it. You remember all the Karens stared at the group venomously. You just can't take Australians seriously.

You both laugh. You don't remember the last time you had gossip but you're thankful for it even if it wasn't much. The past year, you were grieving the loss of your family and was worried about your sentencing, that you had fallen into depression, isolating yourself from most of the world.

Your laughs were cut off when the curtains were abruptly opened and there stood the security guard who had escorted you to SCP-173. Rachael immediately moves away from you, lowering her head and hands clasped together in front of her.

"Dr Rachael, you know that you shouldn't be talking to any of the Class-Ds. Especially ones like her. You were supposed to alert me when she woke up." he sternly says. You think you notice a bit of worry in his words but you thought nothing of it. "A-ah yes, sorry. You may take her back to her cell but she needs time to heal, so she cannot partake in any tests in the meantime. She'll need to return in a week." There was a quick moment of silence that made you feel so uncomfortable as the guard just stared at Rachael. Rachael obviously avoiding looking up at the guard, a faint blush on her cheeks appeared.

The guard finally spoke up. "Yes, ma'am". Rachael nods and quickly leaves you both. The guard then roughly grabs you off the bed and pulls you out of the Medbay. You could tell that there is something going on with Rachael and the guard, you giggled at the thought. What if he's the guard that she fancies?

Your mind quickly goes back to what Rachel had said. "She cannot partake in any tests in the meantime" you sigh in relief. No tests for possibly over a week and you couldn't be more happy, but it still gave you the nervous feeling of having to wait for your death.