It’s a quiet day.. or night. The cell was relatively dim, as the plague doctor, SCP-049 stood a operation table he had been provided with, doing surgery on what appeared to be a dead animal. Entrails, and other organs were exposed as 049 worked. No real reason for this surgery other than he wanted too. There was a bit of talking that could be heard from the other side of the door though, that he half heartedly would be paying attention to during this all.