(No One's POV)

A researcher used the wall for support as she walked down the hall. The sirens were blaring from every direction. She had been shot by a D-class as she tried to get them back to their cells during a containment breach. She didn't care that she could die, she had no family left and no one at work cared for her. They didn't believe a female could work at this foundation. Her co-workers signed her to the safe class SCP, so she doesn't get in their way.

As she walked down the hall to the medical room, she could hear footsteps. At first, she thought it was another D-class until she turned around. To her surprise, behind her stood SCP-049. Luckily, she knew a lot about the Euclid and Keter class SCP because she got to read a few files. SCP-049 was one of them. She was in a daze until she heard him speak.

"Greetings." He spoke in a metallic voice almost like a robot.

He steps closer "Je ne sens pas la maladie en toi." (Translation: I don't sense the disease in you.)

The researcher didn't know French. She started to back away as he walked closer. She turned around and walked as fast as she could and soon started to gain running speed. When she got to the medical room, she scanned her card on the door to open it.

Anyone is allowed in the medical room no matter what class they are in. This was the O5 Councils rules. She would believe if the O5 councils never set that rule, she wouldn't be allowed in the medical room.

When she entered the room, the door closed behind her, and she began to look for what she needed. Stitching needle, stitching thread, towel, and other medical tools. As she put the last stitch in her wounded side, the door screeched open.

The researcher froze up slowly pulling her shirt back down to cover her wounded side. Then, after she did that, she slowly turned to look behind her and standing at the door was SCP-049. They stared at each other until they heard footsteps down the hall.

She knew who it was... It was hard to forget the sound of their boots hitting the floor, the clicking of keys, and the sounds/voices that came from the walkie-talkies. The footsteps stopped at the door and a few shots had been fired at something that was standing outside it. The door slid open with a loud screeching noise and right there standing in the doorway was the commander of the MTF. The commander looked at the doctor with his classic stern expression.

At this point, SCP-049 turned around to look at him. The commander was about to say something until he heard a soft but alarmed cry then followed by a scream, "Shit, shit, shit, I looked at it!"

One of the MTF yelled from outside the door and the commander was now paying more attention to what was happening outside of the medical room. The screaming got louder and louder. The researcher covered her eyes so she couldn't look at the SCP outside the door. After a few minutes of screaming, crying, and gun fire it fell quiet with a small sound of the SCP whimpering outside the door.

The commander was still alive since he didn't see its face... But that didn't last very long. While the commander was busy talking to the remaining MTF, he didn't notice SCP-049 reaching for him.

"I sense the disease in you. Don't be afraid I am the cure." The commander stated with a stern tone in his voice.

The commander turned around to try to move away but the doctor had turned his shoulder and he fell to the floor. The doctor pulled a needle out of his pocket and injected the commander with a green liquid. The body twitched a little then stood up. They looked at the researcher, then looked at the doctor, and then looked back at the researcher.

SCP-049 shook his head while he pointed out the door towards the other MTF members. The commander now known as, SCP-049-2, walked towards the MTF members which had run off as soon as SCP-049-2 stood up. The researcher took one step backwards so she could try to get away but as soon as she made the smallest noise, he turned and looked at her. He took a step towards her, and she took a step back, "I don-"

There was yelling from down the hall and loud footsteps. She looks towards the doors.

"More MTF?" She thought.

As the MTF made it to the door, they pointed their guns at SCP-049. He raised his hands. They put his cuffs back on and the cuff/collar around his neck and waited outside the door.