Feat. Rehza And Heirul Vadam

Feat. Rehza and Heirul ‘Vadam

May I request headcanons for SCP-049 x injured! junior researcher reader (gender neutral)?

I'm thinking y/n gets hurt during a breach and 049 finds them scared and in pain. Unable to move from their injuries, y/n cannot run away. They have no choice but to accept their fate.

sure!!

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You think you're the dumbest employee here.

You know you were supposed to head to the breach shelter. But you're still new to this job, and you got a little lost.

Okay, maybe 'a little' was an understatement. You had no idea where you were going.

You, of course, managed to make your situation even worse. You ran into a ragtag group of rogue D-Class, who decided it was a great idea to take your keycard.

Which is fine. Not great, but fine. You were still alive.

Well, barely. Because they also decided to slice you up before they stole your belongings.

And that's why you're slumped against the wall, waiting until someone finds you. Or until you bleed out. Either works.

You don't know how long it was until you saw someone again. But when you did, you were overjoyed. At last, you're saved- aaand of course it's not a human. That's 049.

Now, since you're a junior researcher, you've mostly been shadowing at your job. You've seen 049 during a few of your shadowing sessions before. That's the only reason why you recognize him.

Well. Nothing you can do. It's not like you can move with your injuries. Maybe he'll turn you into one of his zombies or something. Hey, think on the bright side! You'd be useful to someone after death.

You close your eyes. You may accept your death, but there's no way you're staying awake for it.

--

When you open your eyes, it's bright.

You sit up, wiping at your eyelids. What the hell-

“Careful, doctor.”

You almost give yourself whiplash from how hard you turn your head.

“You should not be moving so soon,” 049 says, gazing at you with folded hands.

You blink. You need to process this situation.

You’re sitting on a table. 049 stands across from you. His bag is by his side, where he keeps his surgical tools.

His surgical tools.

Oh, god.

You lift your shirt, exposing your stitched stomach.

You were right. He stitched you up. What in the world have you gotten yourself into?

“Doctor,” he blurts, seemingly flustered. “I understand you may be panicked, but please pull down your...”

Whoops. 

“You are in my cell,” he explains. “I brought you here.” 

Maybe this is a fever dream, you think.

He holds a vase of lavender, extending it to you. “It will calm you.”

You grab it from him, making sure not to touch him in the process.

Huh. He’s right. The smell of lavender is pretty calming.

“Why’d you help me?” you manage to ask.

“You are a fellow doctor, and you were in pain.”

He cares?

You hum. Maybe you could ask him some more questions. It’d be just like conducting an interview!

Kind of.

“I’m not really ‘official,’ though.” You shrug. “I’m a junior. Not much doctor experience here.”

He laughs. “You remind me of myself when I started my journey. Being a junior does not make you any less of a doctor.” 

He slings his satchel over his shoulder, moving to sit beside you. 

“You still seem tense,” he remarks. No surprise there. 

“Here, let me tell you a story of when I was a ‘junior.’ Perhaps you will learn from my experience. There was a time in France...” 

For the remainder of the breach, he tells you of his old travels. You find yourself at ease, listening to his reminiscing with a smile. 

This job wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

Like men don’t act like women do everything wrong already lol

they should invent "being wrong" for women

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