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|comments=**The Doctor's Dilemma** 
**Author:** [[*user Lt Flops]] 
**Published on 28 Dec 2018** 
 
Written for the **[*/art-exchange-hub 7th Annual Holiday Art Exchange]** for **[[*user OthellotheCat]]**, who requested a piece featuring his characters! 
 
This article is set in the **[*/end-of-death-hub End of Death]** canon and features characters **[*/populated-control-led Dr. Violet Mesmur]** and **[*/scp-3774 Leslie]**. 
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Two sets of footsteps marched down a hallway. Someone tapped a tablet screen and a //whoosh// brought recycled air into the hall. The chamber door slid into the wall, revealing the subject slumped in the center, no more alive than dead.

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A woman crouched down to inspect the minuscule body. Its slight stature gave the small containment chamber the illusion of appearing cavernous.

“When was she last awake?” she demanded with piercing, watchful eyes.

“Nobody knows.” The man replied with sad eyes. “The subject hasn't responded to stimuli in years.”

“And you left her? //Alone//?” she snapped.

He repeated himself. “She hasn't responded in years. There was nothing we could do.”

She leaned in, inspecting the shrivelled, blackened, unmoving body. Terrible condition, but alive. She teetered back, falling onto her haunches; ignoring the dust this kicked up.

After a long moment of observation, she spoke again. “There's something you //should// do. Call the medical department. She needs help and she needs it immediately.”

He hesitated. “Of course.” With a couple more //plunks// on a tablet, he ambled away from the containment chamber, leaving the woman sitting in the dust.

For the first time since she walked into the derelict facility that morning, she sighed. This was not going to be simple. Nevertheless, it had to be done, and the burden was hers alone to bear.
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**Special Containment Procedures {{[INACTIVE AS OF 2030-11-24]}}:** SCP-3774-2432 is kept in a standard biological containment chamber in the Low-Risk Containment Wing of Site-82.

**Description:** [[[scp-3774|SCP-3774]]] was a biomechanically altered subspecies of mosquito engineered as part of PROJECT: SEARCH AND DEET-STROY: A covert intelligence-gathering operation on a variety of Persons of Interest. The Foundation liquidated the project shortly after the introduction of a speech apparatus prototype that regularly malfunctioned during blood sampling, causing SCP-3774 instances to pursue romantic associations with surveillance targets.

When erroneously tasked with the surveillance of an innocent civilian, SCP-3774-2432 underwent a malfunction, leading to a month-long relationship between the two. SCP-3774-2432 displayed emergent anomalous properties during this time and impregnated the civilian. Field agents recovered SCP-3774-2432 shortly after its natural death and contained it at Site-19.

Sometime before the ΩK-Class ("End-of-Death") Scenario, [[[a-romantic-comedy-starring-a-dead-mosquito-guest-starring-th|a cross-test between SCP-049 and SCP-3774-2432]]] led to the latter's reanimation. SCP-3774-2432 was later contained at Site-82 because of its minimal risk.

**Addendum:** SCP-3774-2432 has failed to display any response to stimuli since 24 November 2030 and is classified as NEUTRALIZED.
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Doctor Violet Mesmur pored over the file on her personal tablet for the hundredth time. Mira, her assistant, was in a deep sleep, drooling onto the tabletop. She couldn't blame her. Being Dr. Mesmur's assistant meant frequent three-hour-long meetings, weekly flights abroad, and filling binders and binders with notes and other trivial nonsense. The two had been perched in the site's conference room for over an hour now, awaiting the arrival of Site Director Imogen Metcalfe: A woman with a name far too British to possibly be real.

Site-82 — once a booming paratechnology research and containment facility — was now a backwater. Funding cuts gutted the site: From the poorly maintained containment wings to the tardy Site Director, it showed.

The monolithic conference room doors nudged open. A fashionable hour-and-thirteen-minutes late, a petite woman with greying copper hair and thick glasses stepped through the opening. Her high heels brought about a ruckus on the laminated wood flooring. Dr. Mesmur stood up, and then cleared her throat with a noisy //ahem//. Her assistant startled awake. She peered through glazed eyes at her boss and stood up beside her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, ladies.” Director Metcalfe spoke in an unmistakably posh accent, enunciating with clarity. “It's been a busy week. I hope you're well?”

“We're fine.” Dr. Mesmur did the talking for the pair. “You're going to have to forgive me for this, but we haven't much time to waste.” She rotated her wrist on impulse, checking her watch.

“We'll skip the niceties, then. Please, have a seat.” The three women sat. Mira wiped up her drool and flashed a toothy smile. Mesmur and Metcalfe kept placid: They were all business today, even if one of them was //just a bit// late.

The Director cleared her throat. “SCP 3774 dash 2432 is doing quite well, given the circumstances. She's awake and undergoing rehabilitation. Her vitals are looking exceptional, really. I suppose it'll be a few more days until she's ready to go.” She crinkled her nose. “Anyway, it //is// striking to see her doing so well so soon. But I do apologize for the oversight in her containment procedures. We haven't exactly been… Ah.”

Dr. Mesmur straightened her back. “Your records indicate that before yesterday, she had been in a minimally conscious state for nearly a century. That sort of longevity shouldn't be possible. At face value, this situation //seems// exceptional. But, taking into consideration the toll this must have had on her mental wellbeing…”

Metcalfe's tone took that of a sharpened spear. “My researchers work around the clock to operate with the highest level of vigilance. This was an oversight–”

Mesmur cut in. “This was negligence.”

The Director had no response. Mira bit her lip.

“Anyway, your security officer told me there hadn't been a scheduled check-up on her in years. In fact,” Dr. Mesmur clasped her hands and put them on the table. “He didn't inform me of much at all. If I'm going to be quite honest, there was the air of speaking to a bedpost with him too.”

“I ask what it is you're hoping to do with her.” Director Metcalfe pushed her glasses further up her nose. “She is hardly sophisticated compared to the surveillance technology we employ nowadays. We can pack twice the optics into a drone the size of a pinhead and fly it into any facility on the planet. If you've come to fulfill a surveillance question, doctor, she's not your candidate. In an effort to be //less negligent//, you should give her a few more days before you start analyzing her.” Her voice stung.

“Truth be told, I haven't come here to give you grief over an Ethics issue — even if your facility //is// lacking in the health and safety department.” Dr. Mesmur gave her hair bun a poke and sighed. “I'm here because we suspect SCP-3774-2432 has actually breached containment.”

Director Metcalfe widened her eyes. “Please, enlighten me.”

Dr. Mesmur looked to her assistant and nodded. The quiet Mira flipped to the most recent page in the binder closest to her. She started to speak, not even looking at the page — she had memorized what she was going to say. “A signal with the same frequency used by SCP-3774 has been emitting from somewhere within Site-82. We have reason to believe that Leslie is the one doing it. And she's been doing it over and over for the past 18 months.”

Dr. Mesmur put on a thin smile, while Director Metcalfe kept her lips straight. “Elaborate. Please.”

Mira continued. “Each signal is paired with an encryption scheme coded with the phrase 'SEARCH AND DEETSTROY'. The signal transmission has been found on the International SCP Foundation Network, in innumerable places across the Internet, in over 57 different site intranet systems across North America and Europe, banking systems, chatter networks in 18 national and international intelligence agencies, and has even penetrated at least one Thaumaturgical Way.”

The vast conference room went silent. Mira and Director Metcalfe both held their breath, while Mesmur smoothed out her already pristine hairdo. Director Metcalfe broke the silence. “I didn't know she talked.” She shot a playful glance at Mira, and the two laughed; the awkwardness clung to the air, paralyzing Mira. She went back to being silent.

Director Metcalfe crossed her legs and continued again. “So… What, then? Do you wish to interrogate her? Because I can have that arranged. Or are there some ulterior motives at play here?” She eyed Dr. Mesmur.

“No, no, nothing of that sort. I do want to speak to Leslie, but I'm not here to interrogate her. I'm actually here to make a proposition.” Dr. Mesmur leaned in. “I trust you know what a [[[new-buteo-series-mechanical-exoskeleton|Buteo Exoskeleton]]] is?”

Director Metcalfe opened her mouth for a fraction of a second and then shut it again. In response, Dr. Mesmur leaned back in her chair and spoke again. “Oh, please, Director. I'm not daft; I know you're well aware of such a thing. You're even using one yourself.” Mira's eyes widened, glancing at her superior, before jotting down a note on her page.

Metcalfe took a curious tone. “What, my dear, are you planning to do with Leslie?”
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A security officer (not the noncommittal bedpost from earlier) led Dr. Mesmur down a hallway. Travertine tiles lined the hall, and an expansive window faced an indoor garden. Mira trailed behind, carrying no less than six binders between her two arms. The officer stopped at the end of the hall, tapped a security code into his tablet, and stood by as the glass door to the garden depolarised, becoming transparent.

“Leslie is in here?” asked Dr. Mesmur.

“Yes ma'am, the research and medical team decided to give her some wing room.” The officer shrugged. “Dynamic healing or whatever.”

“Wait for me outside, Mira. This might take a while.” Mira looked to the security officer, who nodded and led her back down the hallway.

Dr. Mesmur looked through the glass door ahead of her. Beyond the wall was a stone path that split apart into several different directions, cutting between swaths of foliage. Crystalline butterflies sat upon meter-tall orchids. Plants and flowers of varying genera, anomalous or otherwise, filled every square foot. Mesmur could see and hear iridescent pitcher plants trilling Vivaldi melodies. The Ethics liaison had neither the time nor the luxury to catch a sight of beauty like this these days.

She sighed, and unpocketed a small yellow pouch from her pocket — a stimulation packet. She unfolded the packet, rolled up her sleeve, and pressed it against her skin. Upon contact, the effect was instant, giving her the same energy a cup of coffee would. Over the course of the past year, her personal Ethics operation was a nonstop train, and she wasn't the conductor — she was a mere passenger, strapped to a seat. This was her kick to keep going. She walked through the threshold.

Dr. Mesmur walked into the garden. She didn't know how she would actually address the anomaly when she came across it. “Leslie? Are you in here?”

After a few seconds, something landed on her arm. She jumped back but resisted the urge to swat it.

The mosquito spoke. [[size 85%]]“Hi, do I know you?”[[/size]]

“We've never met before. My name is Doctor Violet Mesmur, I work with the Ethics Committee.”

Leslie's voice inflected upwards. [[size 85%]]”Oh. What are you doing all the way over here, Violet?”[[/size]]

Dr. Mesmur looked around the expansive garden. “I came here because I wanted to talk to you.”

[[size 85%]]”Why would you want to talk to //me//? You said you don't even know me…”[[/size]] Leslie's voice trailed off.

Dr. Mesmur started to stroll into the midst of the forest. “I've come here to //get// to know you… And see if I can help you. Helping people is what I do. It's my job. It's…” She shook her head. “It's a personal project, really.”

[[size 85%]]”Huh.”[[/size]] Leslie had little to say. Her current file was too concise for Mesmur to get an understanding of her personality, but she felt something subdued in the way Leslie spoke.

“I'm going to be asking some questions that are more personal in nature.” Mesmur came to a stop in a clearing. The entrance to the garden and the geodesic dome that surrounded the area were obscured from view. “I know you haven't been in the fold for a while, and I want to ensure you remain as comfortable as possible. Is that all right with you?

[[size 85%]]”Okay,”[[/size]] she chirped. [[size 85%]]”I'll answer to the best of my ability.”[[/size]]

“All right. I'm aware you spent a brief period with SCP-049. He revived you. How did the revival process feel?”

[[size 85%]]”Oh, that was so long ago. It was practically another life altogether. It was like another me entirely.”[[/size]]

“But how did you feel? Physically.” Dr. Mesmur paused. “If you don't know how to answer that, we can move on.”

[[size 85%]]”Um, it was like someone woke me up from a long, deep sleep. I wasn't groggy or anything, I actually felt amazing. But looking back, it wasn't natural, what happened to me. So, I think… It was a mistake.”[[/size]]

“A mistake?”

[[size 85%]]”Um, yeah. I've been thinking about a lot of these memories and emotions for so long that I've never had to put them into words. But I do have the feeling that, whatever my purpose was, it should have fallen asleep with me.”[[/size]]

“Hmm, okay.”

[[size 85%]]”Is that weird? Is, is there something I'm supposed to be telling you?”[[/size]] Leslie buzzed around Dr. Mesmur's head as if avoiding a swatter. [[size 85%]]”If I say the wrong things, am I going to be locked away again?”[[/size]]

“Please, Leslie, this is a simple discussion. You can talk to me like an acquaintance. The Foundation doesn't exactly do things the old way. Or at least, we //shouldn't//.” Mesmur looked at a fixed point beyond the clearing, imagining what to say. She thought about Leslie's file and contemplated how different things were back in the day. “You're not a test subject, you're not a prisoner, and you haven't done anything wrong.”

Leslie landed on Dr. Mesmur's hand. [[size 85%]]”Am I allowed to ask //you// things, too?”[[/size]]

“Oh, absolutely. I'm here to make you try to feel comfortable.”

[[size 85%]]”Violet… Why do I feel so guilty?”[[/size]]

“Guilty about what?”

Leslie emitted some sort of modulated laugh. It sounded like two cheese graters clanging together, which made her laugh even more. [[size 85%]]”You can hardly awaken from a hundred-year nap and come out of it with positive emotions. My body shouldn't even know which way is up.”[[/size]]

“It's a miracle you're lucid at all.” Dr. Mesmur held her breath.

[[size 85%]]”Being revived right before everyone went immortal was a mistake. The wonderful gentleman that revived me did something right at the time, but I think the results were actually terrible?”[[/size]]

She breathed again. “Why //did// he revive you?”

[[size 85%]]”We were supposed to find Merle again, and he helped me.”[[/size]]

“Merle? The mistaken Person of Interest?” Mesmur interjected.

A tinny //mhm// vibrated Dr. Mesmur's arm. [[size 85%]]”He was the love of my life. But when we found him again, he wasn't himself at all. He was, he was…”[[/size]] Leslie's voice faltered. [[size 85%]]”He wasn't himself. The amnestics made him into someone else. The Merle that I knew and spent the rest of my life with was a different man. They wiped everything that made him love me.”[[/size]]

“They made a mistake.”

[[size 85%]]”I can't even cry. Do you know that? I wish I could, but I can't. This body won't even let me do that.”[[/size]]

“Leslie.”

[[size 85%]]”Don't you see? I shouldn't even exist. This was all a huge, stupid mistake. Why did you make them wake me up?”[[/size]] Leslie fell off Mesmur's arm onto the ground beneath.

Dr. Mesmur knelt, dirtying her white pantsuit. She was about to touch Leslie but hesitated. “Leslie, I'm not sorry for what I did. My sole intention was to give you a life worth living. Not a life spent in a rut for the rest of eternity.”

[[size 85%]]”I just want to see my children again,”[[/size]] she crooned.

This line caught Dr. Mesmur's interest. “What do you mean by that?” The doctor had truly little to say in regards to Leslie's situation. In times of distress, she could usually rely on her wit and snappy manner of speaking to make things go her way. But the situation had too many variables, and with Leslie's fractured emotions, she couldn't predict any favourable outcome.

[[size 85%]]”It took a long time, but I found them. Like, I didn't actually //find// them, but I imagined that I did. Which was better than the truth.”[[/size]] She fluttered in excitement, off the floor again.

“Leslie, for the past year-and-a-half, there has been a series of signals emitting from your containment chamber.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head. “You've been trying to find your children this entire time and you didn't even realize it.”

[[size 85%]]”What are you talking about?”[[/size]]

“Leslie, we know where your children are.”

[[size 85%]]”Where are they?”[[/size]]

“Well…” Dr. Mesmur fidgeted with her bun, fraying a strand of hair. “They've been hidden away in cryonic storage for years now.”

[[size 85%]]”Where? Oh, oh, can I see them?”[[/size]]

Mesmur shook her head. “The facility they were being kept in was raided by the Insurgency. It was a pretty bad hit, and unfortunately, there were some…” She cleared her throat. “There were some casualties. It was an honest case of being stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[[size 85%]]”But they're still alive, right? I //can// see them, if I really wanted to?”[[/size]]

Her shoulders slouched. “Given the shape that left them in…”

[[size 85%]]”Oh no, oh no…”[[/size]]

Mesmur nodded her head in solemnity.

An air of tension surrounded the pair for a while. Leslie gave a modulated attempt at crying, but since her body didn't equip her with the luxury of that release, it came out as a long-drawn-out whine. Mesmur wasn't sure how to comfort her minuscule form and sat idly beside her as the stimulation packet wore down. If there was one thing she could do for the mosquito that day, she had to be a pillar.

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A medical team brought Leslie's body back to her containment chamber. There was a protest from Dr. Mesmur to reconsider at least building her a new one inside the garden, but the budget simply wouldn't allow for it.

After some time, Mesmur returned to the containment chamber. She left without her assistant and asked for a security guard's assistance without passing it by Command. “I'll alert you when I'm ready,” she told the guard. “Please, it will only be a few minutes.” He did his job without a moment's hesitation and opened the containment chamber doors.

Dr. Mesmur walked in. After a few seconds, the doors closed again, and she met Leslie's body, exactly where she found her days ago. “Leslie?” She didn't respond. “Leslie, talk to me.”

[[size 85%]]”You can't help me.”[[/size]] She spoke in a monotone hum. [[size 85%]]”You could //never//. I want to be able to cry, but you won't even be able to give me that. You're better off leaving me.”[[/size]]

“Leslie.” Dr. Mesmer crouched down, not caring that she was about to dirty a third pair of dress pants during her trip to Site-82. “You must want to know the real reason why I'm here.”

All the soap operas and romantic movies she had seen in her short and convoluted life clearly had their effect on Leslie. She was a professional when it came to melodrama. [[size 85%]]”I don't care.”[[/size]]

“I came here because I wanted to offer you a second shot at life. We worked with Anderson Robotics on a project called the Buteo suit: A functional exoskeleton that looks and operates like a real human. Customizable, durable, you name it. If you want it, we can have one custom-built just for you.” Mesmur imagined the likeness of a young Leslie Caron standing in front of her. They could do it, but they needed the go-ahead…

[[size 85%]]”No. I want to go back to sleep and dream up my children again. It's not worth it if I'm alive and they're broken, rotting away in a fridge.”[[/size]]

“Please, Leslie.”

[[size 85%]]”You don't want this. You don't want to waste your time and money just to let me suffer. Just take me back.”[[/size]]

“Leslie–”

Leslie screamed as loud as her biomechanical implants would allow. [[size 85%]]”//Take me back!//”[[/size]]

“If you don't want to accept this.” Mesmur took a sharp breath in. “Then I've failed you.”

[[size 85%]]”If you can't bring them back then you're better off leaving me. Just go.”[[/size]]

Dr. Mesmur turned her back on the mosquito, tears lining her eyes. She knocked on the door, which opened at once. “I'm sorry,” she said, walking into the hallway.

For the last time, the doors closed on Leslie. And there was no one left to care for her.

If she was lucky, perhaps she could be with her children again.
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//In order to have great happiness you have to have great pain and unhappiness — otherwise, how would you know when you're happy?//
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