SCP-049 X Reader - Untouched

Chapter 4

[4-Desperation]

Posted 11/27/22

Last edited 11/28/22

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"Dear, please wake up. You are terribly dehydrated." A very faint but soft voice says above me. "Fine, here you are." A thin liquid comes down my throat from what sounds to be a glass bottle

My eyes pry themselves open revealing a complete blur, everything is unrecognizable yet familiar, just like my memory. I cannot feel my legs, looking around is just as effective as staring into the sun with a telescope- my eyes hurt. And when did it get so hot?

"I wasn't wanting to force water down your throat." A still distant voice sounded.

Me: "What?" My voice is so scratchy...

"I can still hear it; here." I can hear him yet, he sounds so far.

Blinking rapidly I notice a large dark figure looming over me in my sat position. A hard glass feeling reaches my lips, and lightly clinks against my teeth.

"Oh- pardon me." Hm, comforting.

Too out of my wits to question it, I tilt my head back. The exquisite taste of water comes flooding down my brisk sponge of a tongue. I swallow it down, met with another wave thereafter. I feel my whole body and brain perk up with each sip.

The bottle retracts. A slight sense of control ushers through my body, I notice a soring pain in my arms.

Clearing my throat: "That was very kind of you, sir." My voice still carries a roughness.

A chuckle strides through my ears merrily. "No need for eloquence dear, we're quite acquainted." I know him? Well: I can hardly see him- and my brain is just so... fuzzy. "You ought to help yourself to it." A bottle meets up against me with a slight splashing noise.

"Yeah, I should. Thank you." I chug half the remaining liquid. My thirst now quenched, I look toward him again. My vision has come clearer: I see a man in an old, worn-looking cloak. Behind an oddly comforting porcelain bird mask, lies his stunning blue eyes gazing gleefully into my own eyes... He is sitting right up against me, we're against some rocky type of wall. He looks so friendly... And familiar. How could I not recognize a man in a bird mask? Right, he probably doesn't just- go around in a mask right? ... Why does that sound correct?

"You look very familiar..." I know I've at least seen him. And just, something about him... How do I even say it? I like him... His eyes are such a vibrant hue, I could look into them forever. And the elegant, but also strange way he's dressed. It's mysterious yet alluring.

"You should. We're quite close indeed." He says looking deeper into my eyes, squinting merrily. I wish I recognized who he was right now. He's just so polite... I feel so bad! "I can tell you're worried. I've nursed conditions like yours in the past. It'll all come together." A hand reaches back to my shoulder, and a very soft grasp meets my left blade. His hand rubs into tense muscle.

That mask... "Might I ask if there's any physical pain in your head?" He questioned.

He was a doctor..."No, just a headache."

"I hoped so. How about this, describe to me how each part of your body is feeling." His hand comes to my back and his head angles closer to mine. "Is anything numb?" His voice sounds somewhat professional now.