White walls SCP x reader

A visit with the medic, and the dragons wrath

I sat there on the roof smelling death and burning wreckage for what felt like hours. Shouldn't someone have come to collect me or something? I got up with my arms feeling numb and stumbled around looking for a way off the roof. Eventually I found some stairs and walk down them then head to the main entrance. "Hello anyone out there?" I guess they are all still downstairs.

I head to the door and walk outside discovering the destruction I had caused. There were plane parts and bullet shells everywhere. In the distance was a large convoy of trucks. Ah crap I'm in no condition to fight. As they got closer I saw the foundations logo on them. Not sure whether I'm relived or annoyed. Let's go with annoyed. One of the trucks stops right in front of me then able jumps out gazing at me with his empty stare. He slowly walked closer and grabbed my arms causing me to grunt out in pain. "What happened to your arms?" He asked picking the right one up and then letting it flop to my side. "First of all ouch dude that hurts, second of all I fought a robot spider then shot down a gunship with the biggest gun I've ever seen."

He stared at me for a moment. "Knowing the foundations history I do not doubt what you say." I guess he's heard weirder. Plus there were broken plane parts everywhere so there's that. He picked me up and tossed me in the truck like luggage my face pressing against the window. Able climbed in and buckled me and himself in "I didn't take you for the kind of person to care about seat belts." Able patted the roof of the car probably to signal that he got what he came for and it was time to go ignoring my question. Guess he was just trying to be nice. I look at the other trucks and m.t.f spill out and head inside site 17. Gears turn as I remember scp 79 in my back pocket. "Uh able I forgot to mention that-" I was cut off as the car took off. "What?" He asked looking at me sternly. "Check my left back pocket."

He reaches in and pulls out scp 79. "Remember when I said robot spider? This controlled it and I ripped him out." Able nodded and put 79 away in his pocket. "I will deal with him." He said as I yawned leaning back into my seat. I passed out suddenly. I'm not sure how long I was out but when I woke up I was in an operating table. I couldn't feel my body but could still move. The room smelt like blood and as I listened I heard a gramophone play in the corner of the room.

"Ah awake at last I see." I looked over and saw the plague doctor rearranging some bottles of what I assume was medicine. "You are on some very serious pain killers created by the foundation, if you feel like you may faint or vomit please let me know dear." He said not even sparing a glance in my direction. "How did I get here?" He chuckled a bit then picked up a glass of water bring it over to me. "Drink you must be thirsty after you mission."

He was right my mouth felt like a desert. "Yes please doc." He nodded and I opened my mouth then he poured it down my throat. When I was done he set it down next to the bed. "You didn't answer my question doc." He chuckled once more and checked my pulse. "Able dropped you off here, oh i'm not sure how long ago they don't exactly give me the time of day. Anyways he said and I quote if you don't fix her I will bend you then I'll snap you in half." Yea that sounded like Able. "Your pulse is normal and your arms should return to normal soon." He said snapping me back to reality. "Why not take me to one of the other doctors? No offense from the state I'm in I can tell I'm going to live and make a full recovery."

The plague doctor waved his right hand dismissively. "The doctors here experiment on their patients he brought you to a real doctor, and I wished to speak with you." He wanted to speak with me? "You see you're not human or at least not completely your body tells me this much dear." He moves over and pulls a white board with a few x-rays of arms on it. "These were taken by the foundation doctors, it appears you heal much faster than a normal human."

I already figured that much out. Suddenly a memory floods back. "How's your shoulder?" He paused and looked at me confused but again hard to tell with the mask. "Excuse me?" He said confirming it. "Your shoulder. You got shot, how's it healing?" He gripped his left shoulder and thought. "It will leave a small scar but will heal naturally." I nodded and sighed hopping off the table. "So which way is out?" He grabbed my shoulder. "Lay back down you're not ready to leave." He said in a stern voice. I reached up and grabbed his chin. "Never tell me what to do." His eyes widen. I realize why right away. My arms are normal again. I let go and clear my throat. "My apologies doctor I just don't like being told to do."