Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-049 x Reader | The Cure

...yes...

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The dark figure loomed over you. At times you honestly thought he looked something like death, dressed in his black hooded cloak and complete with that plague doctor mask. He really was quite the sight.

"You have the sickness," he said in that oh so smooth voice of his. He leaned down closer and instinctively you recoiled.

"I can cure you," actually you could strongly argue against that but it seemed you really didn't have the strength to. Your eyes felt heavy and your head was in excruciating pain.

Perhaps you could just take his word for it, let him attempt to end your suffering. Reluctantly you outstretched your hand, palm facing up wards.

Less than a second later you regretted doing so, recoiling as the plague doctor's hand was only centimetres away from you.

It seemed you were far too slow in reaction and your body tensed up.

You sneezed, not making it to the tissue box in time and having to do so in your hand. It felt disgusting. Your eyes watered from the sneeze and plague doctor handed the box of tissues over to you, and you only muttered something of a thanks before wiping your nose.

The next thing that was given to you was a glass of water and two tablets. You frowned at them as they were dropped into your hand and stuck your tongue out.

"I thought you had the cure," you became aware of how nasal you sounded due to your clogged up nose.

"Indeed I do," he stood from your bed side and looked down at you with his head tilted in amusement.

"This is paracetamol," you groaned, "It's not a cure. You're supposed to be a doctor. Cure me!"

Your attitude only seemed to gain a chuckle from te Plague Doctor.

"The only cure for the flu is rest, water and tlc," he hummed with an amused tone after you grumbled in annoyance.

"And (favourite) soup," you mumbled, much like a sulking child.

"And (favourite) soup," he nodded in agreement and pulled the covers up around you, only adding to how much like a child you felt. Being sick really wasn't good for you.

"Since when do you know what tlc is anyway," you mumbled, now downing the the tablets with a large swig of water.

"I know you think I'm horribly out of the times," he sighed and took the water from your hand, "But I'm really not that far behind."

"I don't believe you," you muttered which was followed in succession by a fit of sneezes, this time the tissue box was at hand.

When you were finally finished the Plague Doctor only bent down and lifted the mask slightly, placing a kiss on your forehead before readjusting himself.

"Now rest, my dear, and I'll have (favorite) soup for you when you're awake," he said softly before walking out and shutting the door behind him.