"You do realize the ramification this could have right? We won't be able to move 3064 to the Keter-Department if this doesn't let up. We can't afford losing more of our personnel to something we don't even understand."

"Calm down Joseph, we don't even know if something like this could even be fatal, he's still showing life signs. It could've just caused some mental effects that could lead to the subject developing a state like a coma."

"Well, he's been in this "coma" for three-and-a-half fucking days now, we can't keep supporting a dead guy."

Able was hearing this argument happening at the foot of his bed. Not wanting to intervene, he took this time to think of a good comeback to what Joseph was saying.

"Can you shut up, please? I'm trying not to die over here." Able thought he could make up better.

"Oh shit, he's actually alive," Joseph said, his embarrassment being clear.

"Yeah, I am, dumbass." Able opened his eyes to see a nurse at the foot of his bed, along with Joseph at the side, looking at him. The room was small and square-ish, it had counters on either side of the hospital bed he was on. There was a sink on both rows of counters, paired with a trashcan in the corner. There was a window behind the two who at Able. Able could see doctors and nurses walking around like swarms of ants, ignoring what was happening.

"Oh, um...M-Mr. Ross, have you had any...weird dreams while you were asleep? Or are you seeing anything besides Joseph and me?"

"All I see is Joseph's awe-stricken face that a leg injury doesn't kill a person. No, of course I don't see anything out of the ordinary." Able didn't fully understand what he was saying, the words just came out of his mouth.

"Well, you have been in a coma for three days now since the incident. That shows that this injury is more than just a fractured leg, it could have massive psychological effects that we don't know about."

"Well, doc, I know 3064 better than you probably ever will, I don't think that military-grade armor that can withstand an entire magazine from an AK-47 will crumble under a guy screaming." Able didn't understand why he had to stay here, he wanted to return to work. Joseph probably hired a rookie from the Safe-Class Department to take over for him. Able had no doubt that this person was going to die, either by tripping over something or by missing his strike and getting mowed down.

"Your leg says otherwise." The nurse had moved to the opposite side of the bed and showed Able his leg. It was completely wrapped in bandages, Able couldn't even feel any pain or the bandages at all. "3064 somehow cut down every layer of your skin to the bone, nerves and all. There is only about a half-inch of muscle left, and even that is degrading."

"Can you tell me that again, but, like, with English rather than hokey-pokey doctor-talk, please?"

The nurse looked agitated from this comment, she seemed to have noticed the rudeness in Able. "3064 cut down your leg to the bone from his screams."

"No, no, ma'am, do you understand that some dumbass from the safe-class department is going to get killed? I've been with 3064 the longest, I know how to stay safe while handling him. I have more qualifications than Liom on how to deal with him, I need to be back on 3064."

"Well, Mr. Ross, it is actually moving to Keter-class, we can't have an injured guard on duty watching a Keter-class."

This news stunned Able. He thought, no, he knew that 3064 didn't have murderous intentions. It was always the guards doing something wrong, it was the guards who would trigger 3064. Able knew how 3064 worked, what his triggers were and how to avoid them. He knew more about 3064 than any other personnel and Able knew that 3064 was not a Keter-class SCP, far from it.

"Keter? You moved 3064...to Keter-class? Oh my god, you are hopeless. Joseph, do you have a single fucking clue about the qualifications of moving an SCP to Keter-class?" Able focused his glare on Joseph, sitting in a chair placed by the side of his bed. Able thought that someone placed it there beforehand. Probably for observation reasons.

Joseph had stayed silent this entire time, not wanting to interfere with the arguing patient and his doctor. "Yes, I do, and 3064 has become a dangerous threat to personnel which goes off randomly. you can't avoid something like that. He doesn't seem to have a trigger for going off in situations like the one that caused your injury. He is a Keter-class SCP, at least for now."

"Oh my god...Hey, uh, nurse, could you go report to the head doctor that I'm not dead? Thanks, darling."

"Uh...Mr. Ross, I'm actually the-"

"She the head doctor here." Joseph finished her sentence.

"Oh, so, uh, then, could you record that I'm not dead?"

The doctor stood there, glaring at him with a hatred that was visible in her eyes. Giving a fake smile, she turned her gaze towards Joseph.

"Yes, of course. Mr. Waggoner, I'll consider your recommendation in what we should do next in Mr. Ross's recovery." She turned her head towards Joseph as she said that.

The doctor stomped out of the room, swiftly opening the door and let it slam into the door frame.

"You shouldn't be mean to her like that, especially to her, after all, she's the one that's kep..."

"Keeping you from killing me."

Joseph had a combination of awe, anger, and straight up shock on his face.

"What?"

"I heard your fucking 'recommendation'. You want to kill the only guy that actually knows how to handle 3064 because you 'somehow' didn't have enough money for fucking life support for a few days. Middle-class fucking families can support life support longer than you can."

There was a long pause, Joseph thinking about his next move. After a while of thinking, Joseph leaned forward in his chair, pointing a finger at Able.

"Joseph, look, listen to me-"

"No, Able, just be quiet for a second, right, now, listen to me-"

"No, Joseph, let me talk for a secon-"

"No! Shut up for a goddamn second and let me speak, Able. I swear to god."

This sudden aggression stunned Able, leaving him speechless. Joseph stood up in anger and frustration, walking over to the counter and leaning over looking at the sink. He was unable to meet Able's eyes when he had turned the other way, instead focusing his glare in Able's general direction.

"We have the best qualified Keter-Class watching 3064. Personnel who know a hell of a lot more about these kinds of situations than you do, Able. They know how to handle him, they know what to do when 3064 has more of his...his spasms. You're injured, you can't walk on that leg, and you can't get to 3064 fast enough to stop him if he does have one of his spasms. I'm sorry that this incident happened to you, but you can't go back to guarding 3064, not until you're healed. Alright?"

There were a few seconds of silence, Joseph looked out the window to see a few confused faces looking at him. The glass wasn't as soundproof as Joseph thought. He put on a face of embarrassment which was only partially faked. The doctors and nurses went back to working as soon as they saw this face.

"Look. Alright, look."

Joseph turned his head back towards Able, who had a look of understanding on his face.

"Fine, you win. I can't walk or run fast enough, but you still need me."

"Oh my god."

"No, listen to me. Do you know who had the idea of using the batons to knock out 3064?"

"T-That would be you, Able."

"Who thought of the idea for the gas chambers to knock out 3064?"

"That was a combination of many of our researchers effo..."

"No, I mean, yeah, but, who proposed the original idea for gas chambers in the first place?"

"That would also be you."

"I know that I'm being an asshole, but I understand him more than anyone. I what his triggers are, he is not a Keter-Class SCP."

"If he's not a Keter-Class, then what are his triggers?"

"I...don't know, but I can sense it. It's like when you're a mother, you can sense when your child needs something or wants to do something."

"You're saying that 3064 is a Euclid-Class SCP just because you have a sixth-sense that can detect when he's going to have a spasm?"

"...Yes"

"Yeah...No, you're going to have to give more to convince the board, let alone myself."

"Give me six weeks."

"What?"

"Give me six weeks, that's 42 days if my math is correct. I'll figure out what's causing his spasms besides the usual suspects."

"Able...You do realize that your injury will take weeks to heal. I'd give that leg three weeks and that's being generous."

"Yes, I understand, but I know a lot about 3064, I'm the man that can figure this out."

"Really, now? Tell me one thing that I don't know about 3064, Able."

"Okay, uh...Did you know that 3064 seems to get concussions easier than normal people?"

"Really? 3064, a creature which regularly gets knocked out from batons or gas, gets knocked out quicker than normal people, I couldn't have guessed."

"No, wait...Joseph, it's not like that. You know when I got this injury?"

"Yeah, we got addendums from Liom and partial recordings from the video cameras, why?"

"The camera's didn't capture what happened, right?"

"No, they cut out before you entered the room."

"It's kind of funny actually when we first entered the room. My leg must've got caught on the door frame or something, but I fell down. Liam came in the room after me, if I remember correctly I yelled at him to hit 3064 or something. He was running like Usain fucking Bolt towards him, and-", Able had a small burst of laughter, coughing afterward, "The idiot trips over me!" Able had a louder burst of laughter, he managed to control his coughing, though. "So, he trips over me, but then he throws his baton-", Able said, switching his voice to be more serious, "and his baton hit 3064 in the face, like square in the head, near his eyes, and knocks him out. It wasn't even a hard throw, he just kind of tossed it at his head and it knocked him out, isn't that weird?"

"Kind of, but 3064 gets knocked out every few days, throwing something like a baton could easily knock him out if you threw hard enough."

"Yeah, but, I was there, I remember it. Hitting an average person in the head with a baton with that kind of force won't knock them out. Even if they get knocked out a bunch of times. Think of MMA fighters, they get hit in the face full force with kicks and punches all the time, especially during a match. They don't get knocked out unless they're hit really hard a few times. Normal humans can withstand having a baton thrown at their head, 3064 can't."

"Yeah, but 3064 isn't human."

"He's human-ish, I'm pretty sure that he would have a similar head makeup to a regular human."

"Well-", Joseph sat his from his chair, stretching his legs and started towards the door, "I'll think about it."

"Fine."

Able looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.

Joseph got to the door, but stopped and turned towards Able.

"I do care about you, I wouldn't spend all this money keeping you alive if I didn't"

"Then why did you want to kill me?"

"Did you actually think that I wanted to kill you, Able?"

There was a silence between the two, a short silence. Joseph looked at Able, laying there on the bed, taking on an impossible challenge. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

(If you have any suggestions or critique, don't be afraid to give some to me, I'm always looking for improvements.)