A/N: So yeah I took a small break from the Voices of Reality in order to get Fractured Illusion figured out. Contains course language, violence and some sexual content. Spitfire47

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break at all.

I suppose that I couldn't blame him completely. I guess that I had to take the blame too as I did want to go as well despite the push-and-shove game that we played for the whole five months it took. Everything would be going smoothly at one time and then immediately things would turn for the worse. We would be practically over our heads with problems and obstacles that stood in our way. He was my protector and he was my attacker, my heaven and my hell. I can't tell you how many times he had saved my life or how he would protect me during fights. I would love to tell you that he was there too, running with me along with about six other guys towards freedom. But then I would be called a liar as the last time I saw Teddy Bagwell was when we left him to bleed to death on the ground of a barn.

My feet pounded the hard ground as we dashed through the trees, dodging branches and jumping over logs. Not far behind us were the whines and cries of police dogs and their trainers. My vision blurred and I started to see stars but I'd be damned if I stopped. My legs wobbled and my arms flew wildly in the air making me look like I was doing some demented dance. It then ended. My legs finally gave out and I crashed to the ground. My head was still bleeding and I could feel the new wet sticky blood roll in rivets down my already blood coated neck. My nose had started to bleed too and a pounding migraine screamed in my head making me hear high pitched whines and other annoying sounds. Someone turned back, my voice tried to tell them to keep going but it didn't work I could only hear my wheezed breathes for oxygen. I could feel them grab my arm and haul me to their feet and then call something out. Their voice was at a normal range but to me it was as if they had screamed and I winced in pain. Someone else came along and help the person who had come back.

"It's alright," a voice whispered, it was loud but distant. "You can make it."

No, I wanted to reply to the person who said it, no I can't. I had a head injury and it was getting worse. I wasn't even going to make it to morning. I was literally dragged through the bog-like earth until we came to a small clearing and then charged back into the woods.

"Stop," I whispered but no one listened. The sound of my blood pumping was loud and distant in my ears along with the high-pitched buzz. I finally felt myself being placed on the ground and I figured that they were just going to leave me here to die when a sudden splash of water was thrown into my face. I gave a startled yell and jolted upward – wrong move. My whole chest burned as soon as I straightened and my spine felt as if it were going to snap.

"Jason," a voice called though the haze. "Jason!"

My vision cleared a bit allowing me to know who was standing before me. There were only two people; Sucre and Michael.

"We just need to go across those tracks," Michael explained, "and then we're home free."

I wanted to believe him but I couldn't go on with this. I was losing blood fast. I didn't care if I was caught much less shot, let it be quick and easy. The police can make up an excuse for shooting me as much as they like, just get on with it. But apparently that was the complete opposite of what Michael was thinking and he nodded at Sucre to help him. Both lifted me with ease and continued to drag me towards the tracks. We made it about a quarter way to the tracks when a train started to come around the bend. Now whether the train coming was an omen or a sign to stop and give ourselves up, Michael didn't like it or cared for it.

"What now?" Sucre asked.

"We try and run it," I heard Michael reply.

"No Papi I'm talking about him," I could feel both pairs of eyes looking down at me. I was being a burden, nothing more.

"Just go," I muttered.

"Not a chance," Michael whispered. He straightened and told Sucre something that I couldn't hear. Just then both broke out into a run with me still held between them. I tried to help by striding a few times here and there and surprisingly it worked.

"It's going faster!" Sucre panicked. Michael's eyes widened at the realization and then he looked at me. "When you land roll."

When I what do what? I thought, what the hell was Michael thinking. I looked at him wanting to know his plan all while the train was getting closer. I saw the frantic look in both Michael and Sucre's eyes. Oh god no! If I get run over by that train I'm going to haunt them both for the rest of their miserable lives! Just then both Michael and Sucre literally shoved me forward and I tumbled over the tracks and onto the other side. I rolled on the soft grass and when I stopped I immediately started to cough. I watched as the train passed with Michael and Sucre still on the other side. The other guys were now coming out of a small brush and helped me up.

"Where is he?" Lincoln demanded his eyes completely crazy like a mad man's.

I pointed to the train that still rolled by occasionally you could catch a glimpse of Michael and Sucre trying to time it right. Shots fired and we all automatically ducked but realized that they were coming from the other side. A voice rang out over the rolling train but none of us could make it out. Just as an empty open cart trailed by Michael and Sucre both jumped on and then jumped off just as quickly. They landed near me and I saw the adrenaline in Michael's eyes. He hauled me to my feet and we ran or in my case limped to a safer more secluded place before Michael lowered me.

"We have to go," Michael said getting up.

"We have to get him to a hospital!" C-note answered pointing to me. I noticed that Michael's eye quickly downcast as he tried to figure something out. I managed to get to my feet and wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"We have to get out of these clothes and into civvies," Lincoln reminded. Michael was about to reply when the sounds of dogs barking were faint in the distance.

"We have to go!" Abruzzi hissed.

Michael looked down at me and I nodded to him, escaping wasn't really my idea anyway. I nodded for Michael to continue on. He knelt down and whispered so low so that only I could hear.

"Utah."

Utah? I wondered why was he telling me this? It would take a miracle for someone such as myself to get down to Utah.

"Come on Michael," Lincoln beckoned. Michael's expression showed signs of fear and sympathy but I gave a final nod for everyone to go and Sucre literally had to pull Michael a bit for him to get moving. 'I'm sorry' he lipped but I wasn't paying any attention as I found myself sink deeper and deeper into a pit of utter darkness.