Why Sara despises Bellick
Set during the last episode where Michael got burned also pretend there were no windows to the room they were in.
Sara sat quietly watching her patient sleep while trying to finish some charts. He looked so carefree in slumber. Not at all like his normal demeanor where he looks as though he's carrying the weight of the world and then some on his shoulders. She wondered what kind of baggage he could possibly be bogged down with, enough so that he guarded everyone and everything around him. As she was contemplating all these things and trying to figure out the puzzle that was Michael Scofield, she saw his eyelids begin to flutter.
She rushed to his side eager for some assurances that he was all right. "Michael, it's Sara. How do you feel?" He hesitated a moment or two to grasp his bearings before replying, "Groggy". "That's because of the anesthesia", he heard Sara tell him. "Why did I have anesthesia?" Michael asked, struggling to sit up on the cot. "We had to perform a procedure. Here are some painkillers", she offered him a small medicine cup with two oblong white pills and a Dixie cup of water. "How bad is it?" Michael wanted to know. "I would take the pills", she coaxed. "Do I get to see it?" he asked, wondering just how extensive the damage was. "The bandage stays on for now. Now take your pills". Sara watched him as he brought the medicine cup to his mouth and then take a drink after. While he was swallowing she decided to question him further. "Did your cellmate do this?" Michael looked like he was about to laugh at her. "Sucre? No." "Who did this to you Michael? Was it Bellick?" The fact that she brought up Bellick stumped him. "This is the part where I don't answer you" he stated matter-of-factly. He could tell Sara was frustrated with him. He wished he could tell her something, anything, so she would know he was worth the effort, but there wasn't much he could say without compromising the plan. "Michael, this is something Bellick would do. He's dirty and dangerous. If he did this, I need to know." She spoke as if she had experience and he watched as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the right side of her chest just above her breast. Had she seen Bellick's dirty side, his dangerous side? Did he do something to her? What kind of history do they share? "You sound like you've had a run in with Bellick's dark side", Michael stated hoping she would open up to him. If she had some sort of history with him, his selfish side wanted to know.
He watched slowly as she crossed over the room to close the door to the exam room they were in. She thought maybe if she opened up to him, he would return the favor. Maybe if she could show him she trusted him, he would do the same. He sat quietly as she started to talk. "A few years back, I was dating a guy who was seriously into drugs and apparently owed people a lot of money. One day we were together and a man came over demanding money my boyfriend owed him for some coke. He didn't have the man's money and so the man threatened to shoot him. My boyfriend was scared and told the man, "If you let us call it even, I'll let you have my girl", meaning me. God, I was so pissed. Then the man agreed. I was so shocked that the man I thought loved me was offering me up as payment to save his sorry ass. The man pushed me to my knees in front of him". Michael grimaced at this. He didn't want to hear anymore. He wanted to yell to Sara to stop talking, but she was in a zone. She was retelling and reliving her story to him. "He told me to get on my knees and do what whores do best. I refused and told him to go to hell. He backhanded me so hard he broke my cheek bone". Michael watched as she ran her fingers over her right cheek, obviously remember the hit. Knocked me out cold. When I woke up, I was on the couch; with my boyfriend holding my arms down and this man was straddling me undoing his belt. I knew he was going to rape me and everything in me told me to fight. So when I got the opportunity I gave him a good knee to the groin. Needless to say he couldn't get it up after that", Michael watched her and was stunned to notice she has started to unbutton her shirt. She started at the top button and slowly worked down as she spoke. He was just about to ask her what she was doing when she finished her story. "So instead of raping me, he pulled out a knife and marked me", she stated coming to a stop in front of Michael and pulling the right flap of her shirt over to expose her right bra covered breast. Michael looked away before he could see anything. Sara got a stern voice. "Look at it Michael" she demanded and then softer with tears in her voice, "look at it". He turned his head slowly and came to see a small scar in the shape of the word "WHORE" carved into her chest. He wanted to run his fingers over it and magically make the scar disappear. He wanted to make her forget those memories. Whoever had done this wanted to make sure she would never forget.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked anguished. Sara talked as she buttoned her blouse. "Because you can imagine my surprise when I accepted a job offer and found that same man was the head C.O. of a prison. The man that tried to rape me was a cop", she stated getting some anger back and it dawned on Michael. "Bellick? Bellick did this to you?" "I've seen and lived through what he was and is capable of. He's not a good person. I'm scared for you Michael. You have received more injuries in two months than most inmates get in a year." "Sara…" he tried to come up with something but she continued. "I've read your file. I know you didn't really rob a bank. I talked to the teller and she said you and her chatted about a hamburger place for god's sake. She said it was as though you wanted to get caught. I know that you pleaded no contest at the trial and that you wanted to be sent here. I've racked my brain trying to figure out why. I thought perhaps you wanted more time with your brother, but you see him now as much as you would if you were a regular visitor. Then, I thought maybe you were trying to prove his innocence, but you could also do that a lot better from outside these walls. I know you are a structural engineer. I know that you weren't working in the crawl space on PI. So, I asked myself how you would know which way led to sickbay, and then while I was performing the procedure on your back I saw it. I saw the doors and halls. It's a map. It's a map of the prison. You came here to get him out."
Michael looked up and grabbed her arms. She could tell she went too far by the look on his face. "Listen to me Sara", he started with his jaw clenched. There was something in his eyes, she couldn't quite tell but it scared her. It wasn't anger exactly, more like fear. What was he so afraid of? "You have got to stop digging. This thing is bigger than the both of us and I can't…I won't see you brought into this. People are dying Sara. DYING, because they know too much or people thought they knew too much. You can't get involved." "I'm already involved. I was involved the day you stepped into Fox River. I did a little research, and unknowingly got myself involved further. And then you asked me to listen to Lincoln's lawyers and talk to my father and if I wasn't deep in it before I was at that moment." Michael sighed, "I know. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what else to do or where else to turn. But you can still get out. Maybe they don't know that you talked to your father or Veronica. Maybe you are still safe and as long as you are I want it to stay that way. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you." Michael finished by reaching up and cupping her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the spot she was touching just a few moments ago. She grasped his hand that was on her cheek. "Just promise me you will be okay out there", she whispered in all her vulnerability.
Without a knock, the door opened a bit and Sara could hear Bellick and Katie talking. "I don't give a shit whether she's done or not, it's almost time for count." Michael's hand shot away from the doctor and he grabbed his sweatshirt. She took a few steps back so the scene didn't look so intimate. Turning his head towards the room and opening the door a little more Bellick began, "You almost done Doc? Scofield needs to be present for count". "Two more minutes", Sara stated, leaning over to pick up her chart that she left haphazardly on the floor. Michael had just pulled his head through the hole of his sweatshirt when he noticed Bellick's eyes on parts of Sara that he shouldn't be looking at. When Bellick caught Michael staring at him he smirked and said, "Hurry up", and walked out of view, but leaving the door open. Michael was trying to put his right arm through his sleeve and grimaced in pain. Sara caught the look and went next to him to help. "Easy. I got it". Since she was in earshot Michael asked a question that was bugging him. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" She knew what he meant. Why didn't she tell anyone what Bellick did to her? "My father is the governor. Do you have any idea what this would do to his career if it got out?" "I would think you would be more important than his career", Michael said. "You would think so". The way Sara said it told Michael that she obviously wasn't more important to her father. "Besides, Bellick doesn't even remember it was me. He was so doped up that night; I'm surprised he was able to spell 'whore' right." He knew Sara was trying to make a joke, to lighten up the mood, but that comment stung him for some reason. His sweatshirt now on, he waited for her to look at him. Seeing his eyes and knowing he was bothered by her joke she took it back. "I'm sorry. That was in bad taste", and she went to move away, but he grasped her fingers. She turned back to look at him. "Thank you", and she knew he meant for more than taking care of his wound. He was thanking her for trusting him with her secret, for opening up to him, for caring about him, for worrying about him. He was thanking her for everything that she was to him. She simply smiled and watched him jump off the cot and walk towards the door. Right as he was about to pass through it he turned back and told her, "And Sara…I promise".