[Discontinued] SCP-049 x Female!Reader

Chapter 14

Author's POV:

You inhaled slowly. The doctor was still out so you began to search around the house to drink the pain away. You were extremely depressed by the doctor's harsh words. He told you that he loved you and went on to hurt you like that.

You soon came across a bottle of spirits wedged in the back of a cupboard high up. You wasted no time grabbing it and proceeded to make your way over to the bathroom. You slammed the door shut behind you and locked it. You climbed into the bathtub and sat with your back against the cold wall.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you clenched the bottle in your small, shaky hands. His words rang over and over in your head like a broken record, the more you thought about it, the more pain it brought to you.

You twisted open the bottle's cap and wasted no time downing the spirits. Coughing, you pulled the bottle away from your chapped lips. It was very strong, you read the back of the bottle only to be surprised when it said 30% alcohol. Downing this whole bottle would leave you out of your mind and dangerously drunk.

For a moment, you stopped, you began to think about your life. Your parents, your friends, your family and the Doctor.

The Doctor.

The one person that made your blood boil with rage once he came to mind.

You inhaled sharply and pressed your back up against the wall harder, tilting your head backwards as you swallowed the intense alcohol. You pulled the bottle from your lips and held back the urge to cough. Your eyes closed and you smiled. The wooziness began to settle in slowly, the more you drank the more intoxicated you became.

After a while of drinking, you dropped the bottle into the tub once you managed to drink half of it. You clearly were cut out for such a strong drink. So, you fell onto your side in the bathtub and fought the urge to pass out. Your eyes welled up with tears as they began to fall down your warm cheeks. A wave of dizziness washed over you as you turned onto your back, staring up at the ceiling as the whole room felt as if it was spinning.

Your bottom lip trembled as you splurged out vomit whilst laying down. You hiccuped and choked heavily, struggling to breathe. Turning on your side again, you cried out in distress whilst throwing up in the bath next to you. You inhaled and exhaled heavily whilst struggling to lift yourself. After some time, you gave up and fell into the bath, smacking your head on the bottom of the tub as your dizziness increased. You shut your eyes and wheezed softly with each breath, giving into the drowsiness.

049 unlocked the front door and stepped into the quiet house. He looked around sternly and shut the front door behind him. He placed his keys down onto the coffee table and hung his coat upon the rack. It seemed a bit too quiet for him. There were no traces of you in the kitchen and that was rather odd. You would always make yourself something to eat and forget to clean up after yourself when the doctor was out. This time, the kitchen was spotless. 049 frowned in thought, he sighed softly and removed his mask, placing it down onto the coffee table. He made his way down the hall slowly when stopped by your door, pressing his ear against it gently.

With hesitation, he brought up a gloved hand and knocked gently upon your bedroom door. Moments passed and there came no answer, he assumed that you were sound asleep or so.

He shuffled towards the bathroom and tugged on the sudden locked handle. He sighed, the thought of you being on the other side of the door came to mind.

"Y/n. Are you alright in there?"

There came no answer, he grumbled to himself, "I do sure hope you haven't fallen asleep within the bath water. That surely is quite a hazard."

But why would he care. The man never wore his heart on his sleeve. A doctor in love with his patient was truly a forbidden action. Plus, the man had never fallen in love like this before and shutting Y/n out as much as he could was the only thing he could resort to.

049 sighed deeply, "I suppose i'll have to use the master key."

The doctor rustled through his pocket and pulled out his keys. He inserted the key into the door and twisted it around in the lock as it clicked open loudly. Slowly, he pushed open the door and cautiously proceeded into the small space.

His eyes suddenly rested upon an unconscious Y/n within the bathtub. Straight away, he noticed the almost empty bottle of spirits, spilled out into the tub, soaking into her clothing.

"Oh good god."

He rushed to her side and grasped onto her shoulders, shaking her, "Y/n!"

Y/n groaned softly and clumsily flailed her arms towards the doctor in an attempt to push him away. She slid further down into the bathtub onto her back.

"No no no no."

The doctor lifted her up effortlessly, he dragged her from the bath, "You can't lie down, you'll choke on your own vomit."

Y/n tried to retaliate against him, yelping and begging for him to let her go.

"Please Y/n."

He lifted up the toilet seat and positioned her head over the bowl.

Y/n groaned as 049 held her hair back, "You're gonna have to throw up. It's okay i'm here."

She shook her head and pushed back against him, "..no.." Y/n gagged and hiccuped before vomiting heavily into the toilet before her. 049 sighed and rubbed her back, sweat running down his face beneath his mask.

Y/n sobbed and continued to vomit, heaving and spluttering into the bowl.

The doctor grunted, "That's it.. you've got this."

The guilt began to sink in deep within his stomach. 049 was smart enough to know that he was the cause of this. Y/n had felt used and degraded. The doctor truly did love her and their moment from some time ago, he regretted it.

Y/n eventually pulled away from the toilet bowl and pressed her back against the cold tiles of the wall.

"You're okay." The doctor reassured her, rubbing her shoulder gently as she wheezed for air.

Her eyelids were half open and her whole body fell limp awhile ago. If not for the doctor, Y/n would've most definitely died in that bath tub by choking on her own vomit.

Perhaps he did care about her after all? He had to, he had taken her under his care to treat her for a life long illness and he had taken advantage of that.

From now on, he would give her the treatment she needed and usher her on back home.

He was a poor excuse for a 'doctor'.