So it's been awhile since I've written any fanfic, I'm pretty rusty so bare with me? The last episode literally had me in tears because Michael should not have died. I didn't want to accept it so here is what I wish would have happened:
Chapter 1
Michael watched as his new wife, teary eyed, regretfully walked away from him to safety. He took a deep breath and reconnected the two electrified wires. He was prepared to die if it meant that Sara and their baby would be free forever; it was worth it. Electricity surged through his veins as salty tears fell from his eyes. Partly from the pain of being cooked alive, partly from the thought that he'd never physically be there to watch his son or daughter to grow up. He was never going to kiss Sara again, pat Lincoln on the back, high five LJ, hug Sucre, eat another slice of pizza, take another warm shower with Sara...his mind trailed off as he closed his eyes and fell to the ground. He heard shouting all around him and then silence. He knew he was dying as his heart was racing faster than a NASCAR driver could drive. Without warning, he was being dragged from the place he thought would be his last.
"Someone get this man help!" An unknown voice called out, although to MIchael it sounded like the voice was a million miles away
"Sara" He said in a barely audible whisper, she was the only thing on his mind right now. POlice sirens and people yelling orders filled up the space as they raced to restore Michael's heart beat to normalcy. He held his eyes shut for fear that no one was actually trying to help him and he was currently transcending into heaven.
"Can you hear me? My name is Carter, I'm a paramedic, stay with me buddy." The man said to him as he ripped Michael's shirt open to try and regulate his heart. Michael finally decided to flutter open his eyes to get used to the obnoxious lights. He was lifted onto a stretcher and carried away into an ambulance. He thought that the electricity was going to kill him for sure. He closed his eyes again and let out a heavy, shaky breath. All of his muscles ached and he didn't have it in him to try to move or even speak. He blacked out again and woke back up in what he assumed was a hospital; it certainly smelled like one. A nurse was rubbing an ice cube on his chapped lips and noticed him wake up.