Title: The Things We Do For Family.
Disclaimer: One, Two Better Not Sue!
Author: Anna Banana Bowbana Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnna!
Summary: What if Michael hadn't escaped?
Rating: T
Pairing: MICHAEL & SARA 4EVA!!!!
A/N: No A/N.
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The Things We Do For Family.
She stood in the door way of the infirmary, transfixed by the sight before her.
Michael.
Michael covered in blood,
Handcuffed,
Weak,
On his knees before a CO,
Barely conscious,
Breath coming only in harsh, sharp jabs.
His eyes flickered to hers for a moment, as if trying to speak to her, then closed as he fell forward, unconscious.
She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe.
This couldn't be happening, no! Not Michael, no, no, no! Not Michael, no! He was bleeding, bleeding a lot, oh god no! Now he was gonna die, oh god, oh god! Michael was gonna die and it was her fault, all her fault, oh god if only she hadn't left that damn door unlocked! Oh god!
She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, scream her lungs out but no, she still couldn't move, couldn't breathe, not a single breath. Oh god, she was going to pass out.
The CO behind him had a gash on his forehead, "Doctor Tancredi," He greeted her solemnly as he heaved Michael Scofield'slimp, motionless body onto an infirmary bed.
NO! Stop! Breathe! She commanded her mind and her body obeyed. Good, breathe, in, out, in, out. Good. Ok, focuses, calm down, you're in shock, now calm down. Michael is not going to die. Everything is going to be ok. Come on breathe, move, speak!
"Wha-what… what happened?" she said coming out of her shock; she'd would let Michael become that boy she couldn't help because of drugs, or shock, she'd deal with it, she'd help him, she wouldn't let anyone else down because of her.
"Michael, Michael can you hear me?" she tried to stay calm. He didn't respond. "Michael, come on Michael, I need you to help me, come on," he made a noise in his throat close to a reply, Sara jumped on it. "Michael, Michael!" He was slipping into completely unconsciousness. "Come on Michael please stay with me!" He was gone from the land of the waking. She started looking at his wounds.
Gunshot wound,
Stab wound,
Cuts,
Gashes,
Bruising.
Blood, blood, stop the blood, stop him bleeding. She swiftly moved into action, forcing her mind, through pure will power to stay away for any thoughts other than medical.
"Michael, Michael!" "Just go! Just go, Linc!" "No! I'm not going with out you!" "You have to! Lincoln, you have to. Trust me it'll be ok." "How do you know that," "Just trust me, it will be… but it won't be if you don't leave now. Do it for me, do it for L.J. What's he gonna do if he loses his mom and dad? " Lincoln hesitated, unwilling to leave his brother behind. "Trust me, it will be okay. I have a plan." Lincoln grabbed Michael and pulled him into a tight brotherly embrace. "I will be okay. Now go!" Linc gave him one last look before leaving his only brother behind to face hell or high water.
"Ugg" he groggily opened his eyes, his body was numb for pain and pain-relief drugs. "Michael." It was Sara. "Sara?" His voice was quiet and raw. "Yeah, I'm here." She spoke softly for which he was glad because every noise was a hammer in his head. "Ugh" He groaned pain racing through him despite the drugs he could feel. He couldn't think straight but one question managed to make it way into his over loaded head "What happened?" "It's ok. You're alright." His eyes tried to adjust to the light but it only sent his head spinning. He leaned over the side of the infirmary bed he was apparently lying on and threw up all over the floor. He was coughing from the sudden rush of vile to his throat and mouth when she spoke again. "Michael?" He couldn't stop coughing, and every cough washed a wave of the most intense pain he'd ever felt through his chest. She patted his back lightly and his coughing fit finally wavered. "Michael, can you hear me?" He managed to control himself after one final splutter "Y-yes." "Michael you've got some series wounds,"
These words triggered a flashback in his unstable mind…
"I got you now Scofield!" His breath was ragged as he ran from Bellick who had stopped to take a shot with his shotgun.
"Michael, Michael!" evidently she'd been trying to get through to him for a minute. "Huh? Oh, what?" she looked concerned by his lack of concentration. "I said, 'you've got some series wounds, you need some immediate medical attention. I need to keep you here for a least a couple days'…" she hesitated, something was wrong. "What is it?" he asked her. She closed her eyes, "Warden Pope has given intrusion that you're to be sent to his office as soon as you regain consciousness." "Oh." He sat silently for a second, letting this information sink in. He threw up again. "Michael, are you ok?!" "no." he said through laboured breath.
"Tattoo looks fresh. Hold that." She pressed a cotton swab to where she'd just injected him in the arm with a hypodermic needle. "I guess being a diabetic, you don't mind needles." He smiled at her "I'm Michael by the way." She was aware of this of course. "Scofield. I read your report." "And you are?" He pretended not to know who she was. "Doctor Tancredi will do." Once again he forged unknowing. "Tancredi like the Governor? You're not related are you?" She didn't look up from her papers. "Hmm. Wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working in a prison. As a doctor, no less." She put her folder down and looked back up at him. "I believe in being part of the solution. Not the problem." He'd struck a sensitive cord in her mind and she'd giving him as good as she got, insulting him for being in Fox River in the first place, he ignored it and kept talking to her. "Mmm. Be the change you want to see in the world." That got her immediate attention like he knew it would. She quickly looked up and smiled. "What?" He asked her. "Nothing. That was just my senior quote." He started flirting with her. "That was you? This whole time, I was thinking it was Ghandi." Okay, maybe flirting wasn't part of the plan but it wouldn't exactly be the worst thing for the plan if he was in the doctor's good books. She laughed at his tease. "You're very funny. Sit tight, put direct pressure on that, I'll be back in a sec." She exited the room for a moment and he jumped up sneaking another origami crane into the drainage grate in the infirmary floor, getting back to his seat before Sara returned. He went back to asking her questions he already knew the answers to. "So how do we play this? You hook me up with a few weeks supply?" She laughed once again. "Nice try. No hypo's on the floor." "I'm the farthest thing from a junkie. Trust me." "I've got news for you Michael, trust me means absolutely zero inside these walls. The only way you're getting that insulin is if I'm administering it." "Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then." She was smiling as she packed up. "I guess so!" He smiled too as she walked away, for more then one reason.
Someone was yelling and it broke into his mind.
"Michael! Michael, can you hear me!"The words were panicked but he couldn't do anything about them now, he was drifting into unconsciousness once again.
K,K,K! So that was it. PLEASE! For The Love Of God PLEASE REVIEW! NOTHING you could possibly say is a waste of my time, that's impossible my times worthless. It's my first PF fic so be nice. and I'm working on the next. Byez
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