Your body rested comfortably on soft sheets that had a similar feeling to the bed from your apartment. There was a strong sterile smell in the air seemingly burning your nose. You shifted slightly. Slowly waking up as the world around you became clearer. The warm blankets comforting you began to slip off of your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered open to see a grey medicine cabinet across the room, lighting up ever so often by the dim flickering lights overhead. You moved to sit up, pushing against the bed. But a sharp pain made you gasp and carefully reach toward your injury. Only instead of feeling a bloody hole like you had expected, you felt dressings covering the wound. Looking down you noticed fresh bandages tightly wrapping your shoulder and a small patch on your ribs. Cold air touched your bare skin when you uncovered your exposed chest and stomach. A vulnerable feeling crawled under your skin.

You quickly held the blankets tight against your chest. Scanning the room you searched for any indication of where you were and who or what brought you here. The room was very small, only holding a couple small hospital beds, a medicine cabinet, a counter with a sink and locked cases and a few closets lined the walls leaving very little walking room. There were no windows. The heavy iron door was closed and hopefully locked.

It took you a bit, but you finally pieced together where you were. Scattered across the facility there were safety rooms to act as shelters prepared specifically for situations where you needed a safe place to hide from dangerous SCP's and anything else that could be a threat. They were designed for lockdowns and breaches to lock from the inside out until someone with a level 5 key card opened the door or when the nine-tailed foxes finally arrived.

As good of an idea these rooms were initially they proved to sometimes have problems with the doors getting stuck until they had to be removed. Then were eventually just ignored since SCP-106 could so easily reach you despite the locked doors and thick steel walls. You shivered. The thought of that monster sent a wave of discomfort crashing into your body.

A quiet breathing finally caught your attention making your eyes snap over to a dark corner across the room. You thought your heart was going to explode when you made out a dark figure looming in the corner.

Your eyes didn't leave the figure. Your breathing felt shallow as panic started to seep within you. You could barely keep yourself from trembling.

"You're awake." A deep, metallic voice rang out from the corner. You froze. You knew that voice. Your eyes were wide as the figure approached you. His golden eyes shining through the shadows when the lights above flicked on.

The room was small enough that it only took him a few steps before he stood beside the bed, reaching a bloody hand out towards you.

"No!" You nearly screamed fully sitting up and moving back until your bare back hit the cold wall behind you. You immediately regretted your decision when the impact sent another sharp pain rocketing through your shoulder. You gasped and you could feel a slight rip begin to form on your bandaged side.

SCP-049 stopped and stared at you for a moment before he hesitantly pulled his hand back. You stayed at the far edge of the bed pressed against the hard wall. As far away as you could get without falling out of the bed.

SCP-049 let out a small sigh.

"You can relax, doctor." Holding his wrist behind his back. He stared strait through you as he spoke, "I'm afraid your shoulder will take much longer to heal if you continue to act so, recklessly,"

You stared up at him both scared and confused. He had brought you here? And you were still alive? The searing pain in your shoulder could prove that. With a shaking hand you reached down under the blankets and felt your stomach. It was still smooth, no incisions or anything like that. He didn't operate on you, you weren't a zombie. At least you didn't think so.

You took a deep breath tried to relax until you were barely leaning against the hard wall as apposed to attempting to phase through it. Maybe you had spent too much time dealing with SCP-106.

"How does it feel?"

"Huh?" Your heart picked up again. He stood only a couple feet away, it was still too close for comfort.

"Your shoulder."

"Oh, it's fine." Your fingertips gently grazed your bandaged shoulder.

"Good," he paused for a moment staring at your injury. "I suppose I will need to check your stitches again soon." You flinched at the thought. "I had to do more than I had anticipated when I noticed the bullet was still in your shoulder. And your blood loss had already been concerning enough,"

He explained gesturing to a tray with bloody, shattered prices of metal that was once a bullet.

"And I assume your side is fine as well?"

You glanced back down at your bandaged form. That had been the tearing sound from before. You had moved so fast that the lower bandages had began to slip.

"I think so," you hesitated, you remembered the burning in your shoulder. But you couldn't think of anything happening to your side. "what happened to it?"

"Another bullet, I believe. It only grazed your side,"

He looked down at your covered body and your attention was pulled back to the fact that you were topless. You pulled the blankets up to your neck. "W-where are my clothes?" You stared at him unable to control your panicked expression.

"Forgive me, but I had to cut them off to reach your injuries." He turned away from you and opened a closet from across the room. He pulled out a black jacket. "You may wear this once your shoulder can handle its weight."

You were begining to slightly relax, feeling a little safer despite your lack of clothes. Sure you had always known him to be deadly, but thankfully, you had never thought him to be dirty minded. So, in turn you decided to trust some of his intentions. Not that you really had a choice.

You stared up at SCP-049's unwavering eyes. For whatever reason he decided not to kill you, not only that but he had treated your wounds. He didn't just treat you, he saved your life. You wouldn't be here right now if he didn't find you.

A small thump came from outside the door. Your knuckles were turning white as you gripped the blanket. You could faintly hear something at the door. You held your breath and glanced over at SCP-049 as if for reassurance.

"Oh, yes. Do not worry they have been trying to get in for a while now."

"What? They?"

"I found them, the poor things were full of the pestilence. I cured them. Now they're waiting for me outside." He glanced back at the door.

Your mouth opened, only to almost immediately close and swallow. "Can they get in?" Your breathing quickened at the thought of dealing with any type of SCP-049-2 on top of everything you've been through.

SCP-049 shook his head. He took in a loud breath before he spoke, "No, I can't even get out."

Your face fell and you felt a deep pit develop in your stomach. "What do you mean?" You were scared to know the answer you now wished all these rooms had been destroyed.

"I mean, the door is locked from the inside and out. I've- or I should say we, have been stuck in here for a couple days now." He put an irritated hand on his face, rubbing his temple.

You felt even sicker now. Bringing your arms around your body to hug yourself. The blanket begining to squish against your breasts. The last bit of hope leaving your heart as the realization hit you. That you were stuck in a room, unguarded and half naked with one of the most deadly SCPs this facility had to offer.

"Then.. How do we get out?" You asked staring at the huge iron door. You started to press against the wall again.

SCP-049 gave you a sideways glance. "If I knew that we wouldn't be in here, now would we?"

You flinched, I guess that was kind of a stupid question. You looked around the room in hopes to find something to help. It was hard to see too much from where you were though, you were going to have to get up.

"I think I need that jacket now." You said breaking the silence.

He seemed to hesitate for a minute, looking from your shoulder to the jacket.

"It may feel uncomfortable so soon after your surgery."

Nervous yet determined, you held out your uninjured arm towards the jacket.

"No, I think it's, umm. I think it's best of I take it now," Your attempt at a demanding tone was weak at best. Your fingertips were betraying you by shaking as you reached out towards the jacket. The fact that your hand was even closer to him made it difficult to stay calm. All you could think of is horrific possibility that he would all of a sudden grab your outstretched arm, and kill you instantly. You hoped that at least your expression could lead him to cave in.

He let out a small humm eyeing you with an expression you could only describe as, annoyed and amused. He shook his head.

"Very well, here." He handed you the jacket. You hurried and snatched the jacket from him. Slipping it on your injured arm first. You flinched as your shoulder started to burn when you lifted your arm slightly. Even with the jacket's soft and lighter fabric, it was admittedly pretty painful just like he had warned. At the same time you fumbled with the blankets covering you to your neck. Attempting to pull on a jacket and keep a blanket up at the same time just wasn't working out for you.

You struggled for a while before you felt the jacket lift up and easily slip onto your shoulder and the other end waited open for your other arm.

You froze, sensing someone standing close beside you. Their heavy breaths were loud in your ear. Your heart started to race. You had been too busy frantically trying to put on that jacket that you had missed the sound of his footsteps approaching.

You glanced up at SCP-049. He leaned over you slightly with the sharp end of his mask only inches away from your face. He waited patiently for you while holding the other end of your jacket. You held your breath, you had never been so close to him before. At least, not while you were conscious. The faint smell of leather returned. Cautious and a little stunned you reached your arm out and into the open sleeve unsure of what else to do.

After your second sleeve was up he straitened back out to stand to his full height. He took a couple steps back giving you enough space to zip up your jacket on your own. You let out the breath that you were holding. You quickly zipped up the oversized jacket and pushed to blankets off of you.

Your side began to burn as well when you turned to try and move off of the bed. Your feet finally hit the ground and you forced yourself up only to stumble slightly and grab onto the side table, where the shattered bullet sat. Planting your feet on the ground you finally regained your balance.

You felt a presence at your side again, his dark figure was still only a few steps away from you. Without a second thought you immediately you moved away from his side.

You stood as far away from him as possible. Even if it still felt too close. You further explored the room keeping a close watch on SCP-049 from the corner of your eye. Nothing but a little bit of nonperishable food, water bottles, first aid kits, etc. Nothing too helpful to your escape. But still you grabbed one of the water bottles and started to drink it as fast as possible, you drank over half of it before you moved on.

You passed by the trash bin and inside there was your shredded, bloodstained clothes. You kept moving until finally you found something. It was small, but it could work. Behind the second bed there was a small ventilation shaft.

"There's a vent in here."

"I know. But I think it's too small." He said. You started to try and pull the bed aside to reach the opening. Attempting with one hand you barely got anywhere other than making yourself weaker.

You hesitated and fully looked back at SCP-049. He had turned his attention to you again, arms crossed he watched you, yet again, struggle to do another simple task made strenuous from your injury. You really weren't going to be able to move this on your own.

"Can you help?" You finally asked giving up on your current strength.

He approached you again making you scramble to get out of the way and almost hit the wall again. He let out another sigh at your reaction.

"Dr. (L/N). Wouldn't you think that if I really wanted to harm you, I would have done so already?" He gave you an incredulous look before easily pulling the bed away from the vent.

You stared at him for a moment taking in what he had just said. I guess he's right. He could have easily killed me, but he didn't. You began to calm down slightly until Dr. Ogami came to mind. SCP-049 was also never violent towards him until.... Until he one day decided kill him, you guessed. Dr. Sullivan never did get to get back to you on what had happened. Dr. Ogami wasn't the only victim like this either, SCP-049 never attacked Dr. Hamm either until he decided he had the pestilence.

You still kept your distance, sure he hasn't done anything to hurt you up to this point. At the same time though, the fear of setting him off in some way surpassed his current actions. Unlike your experience with SCP-106, trying to escape SCP-049 would be very difficult, and now is impossible given your circumstances.

You took in a deep breath. Despite what your gut was screaming at you, you still couldn't deny that he had saved you. Especially since he didn't have to.

"Thank you," You nearly whispered.

He nodded and started to pull off the vent. After a few tugs he reached down into his medical bag, digging around until he pulled out a screw driver. You sat on the moved bed slightly bewildered and distracted by his bag. You didn't get to pay much attention to it, but what you did know was more than enough to intrigue you. Anything SCP-049 ever needed was stored in there even if it appeared too big to fit in such a small bag. Those huge medical books he frequently reads really attests to that. They were the size of the bag itself.

Curiosity lit a spark inside you. SCP-049 seemed to notice your demeanor change and nonchalantly put his bag down on the side closest to you. If you moved just a little closer you could almost see what was inside his seemingly endless leather bag. Slowly you made your way over just enough so that you could peer inside.

And..

There was nothing but a pile of basic medical supplies. At first glance it looked nothing special, just what you would expect from a doctor's bag. You blinked a few times and studied the bag even further. Inching just a tiny bit closer to the anomaly. Until all the tools slowly faded into an abyss of darkness. The longer you watched the more it shifted and changed. You were mesmerized by the bag, items appearing and disappearing. You wished you could reach inside and figure out how it worked.

The sound of metal hitting the floor snapped your attention back to the vent. It really was small. You could see him easily getting stuck at his shoulders if he tried to go through. As for you, you weren't too much better, but at least you had a chance.

After a couple seconds the vent entrance was free when SCP-049 stood up allowing you to take a closer look. The closer you got the more bad of an idea and horribly claustrophobic it seemed. But, it looked like you could squeeze through after all.

"I think I could fit." You said, your voice echoing in the vents. You could fit, but as for your shoulder. You wouldn't be able to move very fast and if you were to run into anything out there you would stand no chance.

You got silence in return.

"Are you sure this is our only way out?" You continued looking back at the SCP-049, his arms crossed as he watched you.

"I believe so. Though, if it won't work.. I'm not sure what we will do."

You turned back to the vent. It was risky but it seemed like it was your only option. You looked in further and reached your arm and head through. The metal was freezing. Then you stretched your arm out further assuming the vent to continue the same size as you pulled yourself into your torso, keeping your hands pressed against the metal as a guide through the darkness. Only instead you only felt air, you moved your hand down further and it soon hit the bottom of the vent again. Hope surged through you. It got bigger the farther you went. You moved back out.

"Ok.. I'm going in,"

"Do you know how to get back?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know how to find your way here from the outside and open the door?"

"Uh, no. Where are we?" Another thought came to slap you in the face. You couldn't open that door. You needed a key card.

"We are a little to the left of the elevator to my, as you call it, my containment chamber."

You hesitated. How we're you going to get out? You didn't have a key card so you couldn't escape from here on your own nor get SCP-049 out of here. And if you did try to escape on your own.. You don't even think you would have the strength to do so. It would just be a death sentence to go out there alone.

You sat down on the floor next to the vent.

"I don't think I can open the door even from the outside."

"Why not?"

"Because I need a key card." The word has become bitter in your mouth. "I can't open it without one, and some D-class stole it from me before he shot me." Now you had first hand experience as to why they were chosen to be considered 'disposables'.

You looked from him to the vent. It did get seem to get bigger the further you felt.

"Are you sure you can't fit through here? I think it gets bigger the further you go."

SCP-049 crouched down again looking inside. He reached in. He must have felt the same space as you did because the next thing you knew he was halfway deep into the vent. Loud pounding rang out from the hole as he barely squeezed through. Then he vanished.

Bam!

You flinched at the loud, horrific noise. It sounded like he fell through. You quickly crawled over to the vent carefully studying the inside. There was a small light peaking through now.

"SCP-049?!" You called into the silence, an eerie feeling grasping at you.

A few quiet seconds inched by before he responded.

"I'm.. Fine." He sounded out of wind.

You let out a sigh of relief. You hadn't realised you were holding your breath.

"Where are you?"

".. I'm not sure,"

"Is it safe?"

"After the drop. I believe so."

You glanced back at the room for a second before you decided to carefully climb through after him. Maneuvering your injured side as gently as possible as you followed the stream of light to a large hole. SCP-049 had completely severed the vent. A creaking sound made you freeze, the vent started to bend from your weight. As you moved closer and the vent would move even faster.

"Help!" You started to panic when you began to slip through the tube. Then the vent lifted up slightly stopping your descent.

"Keep moving."

You did as you were told and continued out from the vent. You poked your head out to see a room. Not like any of the average apartment rooms, but one like you would find in a cute little house. You kept moving.