Aaron and Alfred have both been working alongside eachother since the Foundation and American government decided to cooperate. Somehow, it had slipped Alfred's mind to inform Aaron of his full anomlous nature.
O5-1 skidded down the hallway, pelting down as fast as he could.
Earlier that day, a cross-test had failed disastrously, killing off many of the fresh recruits the Foundation had just received just a month ago.
A diplomat of the American government, Alfred F. Jones, was among the lucky ones who survived the rampage of whatever creature that was accidentally set loose, surviving with grim injuries that would likely kill him off soon.
Bursting open the doors, O5-1 watched many doctors swarming around the dead and injured, corpses being covered with any available blankets.
Looking around the place, he was soon directed towards where Alfred layed. His own worry spiked in alarm when he saw how blue the other man was.
"Aaron?" "Aaron Siegel?" The other man rasped out, his shoulder violently shaking as he hacked and coughed. O5-1 didn't respond, only staring at how much blood was being absorbed into the bandages wrapped around Alfred.
"You worried about this?" Alfred asked through lidded eyes, his quivering finger pointing at his bandaged wound. His smile only grew into a grin of amusement, "Can't die," Alfred slurred his words. "Fuck you SCP-001, I live another day!" He yelled out, grinning at O5-1.
O5-1 knew that Alfred was slightly anomlous because of his superhuman strength, but was he being serious?
"Your-, wait-, how much blood have you lost?" O5-1 asked hysterically, beginning to clutch at his hair. Really, he was not one to panic so easily, but he knew the President would be absolutely furious with the Foundation if Alfred died.
Without warning, Alfred's half-intelligible ranting was interrupted when his head dropped down, the rest of his body collapsing seconds later. Two doctors scurried over to Alfred, trying to keep him conscious.
For a few seconds, O5-1 struggled to take out a vial of SCP-006 from his pockets, his sweating hands not helping.
Once he shoved the bottle into Alfred's mouth, O5-1 sighed in relief, kneeling next to him.
Soon, Alfred started spluttering and choking on the liquid to O5-1's relief.
Alfred's eyes shot open as he hastily pushed himself upwards into a sitting position, causing both his and O5-1's head to clash into eachother.
O5-1 rubbed the left side of his head in pain from the collision, Alfred suffering a coughing fit.
"What the hell did you put in my mouth," Alfred asked while spluttering. "It tastes like horse piss,"
"Medicine," O5-1 replied back stiffly. Alfred stared at him with an incredibly displeased expression on his face.
"That stuff from the Fountain doesn't work on me," He replied laughing, Aaron's eyes widening in surprise. "Just interrupted my chat with Death," "Also, I think I've forgotten to tell you that I'm America," "I'll tell you more later when I'm feeling better,"
One of the medics that were treating Alfred gave him an incredulous looks, O5-1 staring at Alfred as if he had turned mad. Recollecting his memories slowly, he recounted all the other strange abilities Alfred possessed, as well as his mysterious link to the American government.
"You forgot?" O5-1 inquired, wondering if Alfred was messing with him.
"Give it some time to think about it, most people have had a hard time believing me,"