Summary: This story takes off from the famed 'toe incident' and this is my take on what could have happened afterwards, so it doesn't exactly go by what DID happen. Bare with me, I'm a fan of the show, so it's just me reveling in the fandome.
A/N: Sorry its so short, but a follow up chapter should becoming shortly, so if you don't like it you don't have to read a lot and if you do, this is just a taste of what is to come!
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break or any of its characters.
Michael fell to the floor when Abruzzi and the others scattered. The added pain caused him to scream out. He didn't know how long he had lay there or how long it had been before he passed out. But he woke to being gruffly yanked from the floor by two CO's who dragged him to the infirmary where he passed out as soon as he was once more lying down. He managed to make the whole way without crying out, but for the moment he hit the floor. Tears stung his eyes, but he would not let himself cry. Before he opened his eyes again he thought about the throbbing in his foot, he remembered a few times on the way from the garage to the infirmary, slipping on his own blood, completely unbalanced. He opened his eyes and the light invaded his thoughts. He noticed that he was sweating massively and recognized the smell of the infirmary. He looked around, he was about to sit up when he was pushed back down by the doctor.
"Sara -" he moaned in a moment of unconsciousness, she abruptly turned back to face him.
"How did you know my name?" He snapped back to the cold reality of the prison masquerade and raced in his head through the options he had.
"I uh-" he wrinkled his brow in thought and she sat down beside him, gently pushing him down into the laying position.
"Don't worry about it, you should probably get some more rest anyhow."
"What happened?" he played dumb.
"Your toe, it got cut off, we had to sew it back ondon't tell me you didn't know."
"What?"
"Tell me who did this to you, Michael." She said, getting closer to him for secrecy.
"I can't."
"You have to. Whoever did it needs to get what's coming to them, or they could do it again." He lay there and stared stonily at the ceiling. "Please tell me?"
"Don't make me lie to you."
"Lie to me? Why would you lie to me" another piece of the puzzle that was Michael Scoffield came to her at that moment, lies. How many other lies had he told her? How many more would he tell? "What else have you lied about?"
"You said it first, trust doesn't mean anything inside these walls." He said in a smug that wasn't intended. She glared at him and stood, exiting the room. He silently cursed himself before dozing back into a dreamless sleep.