Michael walked into the Infirmary for his Insulin shots. He started developing real emotional feelings for the doctor, but, he wouldn't let it jeopardize his plan to break his brother out of jail before he was sentenced to death.
But Dr. Sara Tancredi always seemed to slip to his mind. Lately she seemed more shaky and scared though, and it worried him. He wasn't suppose to let something like that worry him, but he did. She was never really the type to open up to him in the first place, but he learned to tell her emotions just by looking at her, the tone of her voice, the way she acted, even the way she touched him to give him shots. He could always tell.
He overheard Nurse Katie talking about how Sara will spend two extra hours after her shift ended here. Michael didn't know when her shift ended, and he had no business knowing that, but day after day he wondered more about her outside life.
He sat on the exam table and waited for Sara to walk in, she looked tired, or she had a black eye, Michael could barely tell. Once he caught her eyes he smiled at her. "Good Afternoon, Doc."
Sara looked at him but didn't return much of a smile. "Afternoon. Your hand please."
Michael gave her his hand and examined her face. She was beautiful, but something was different, she looked different, and not the different he liked. "How are we doing this afternoon?"
"Great." Sara said with a gulp, and did what a Doc does best. "How about you, Mr. Scofield?"
"I've been better." He continued watching her. Her every movement, the way she slightly shook, he just wanted her to open up. But he knew he'd have to open up to.
Sara stood up and got some alcohol and a cotton ball, she rubbed the area were she gave the shot and laid a band aid on it. "We're done here."
"Just like that?" He was kind of disappointed. He liked being with her.
Sara nodded. "Is there a problem?" She looked at him.
He caught her eye and he stared at her for a second.
A black eye. She had a black eye. And she somehow covered it with cover up. "Sara-"
The guard came in and yanked Michael up, Sara watched him.
"Sara!" Michael was flipping out, trying to get out of the guards grip.
The guard pulled out a stick and started hitting Michael. "Get a move on, con!"
Sara covered her mouth and watched.
Michael gave her a look that made tears fill her eyes and they took him back to his cell.
x
Michael was thrown brutally into his cell, landing on the floor.
"Close on 40!" The guard yelled. "I don't know what you just tried to pull back there, Scofield, but it won't happen again." The guard stormed off.
Sucre hopped off the edge of the bed and came down to Michael. "Hey, fish, man, what the hell happened?"
Michael sat up. "Nothing." He stood and sat on his bed.
Sucre stood to. "You sure, papi? I mean, what did you try to pull?"
"It's nothing." Michael really didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to be left alone in thoughts of Sara. Someone had hit her. Because a fist, a male fist, caused her eye to be like that. It may have not been noticeable to anyone but he noticed.
Maybe people didn't want to hear her complain. Maybe all Sara needed was someone to talk to but none of the staff would listen. But he would. He would because he was falling in love with her.
x
It was almost midnight, and the guard pretty much forced Sara out the door. She slid in her car and drove home.
The last place she wanted to be was at home.
She hesitantly walked through the door, seeing her boyfriend and his 3 friends drinking on the couch, watching reruns of porn.
Sara quickly locked the door and snuck in. She was hoping he didn't notice her, but he did.
"Hey, b!tch! Get over here, now!" Her boyfriend, whose name was Andrew, yelled.
Sara gulped and walked out to him, putting on a fake smile. "Yes?"
"Come sit on daddies lap and tell him how work went, maybe you'll be leaving after I make you explode of orgasms." Andrew's friends laughed.
Sara shook her head. "No, Andrew, I'm going to let you enjoy your um..." She looked awkwardly at the TV. "Your night. I'm really tired and I just want to go to bed." She backed away and walked back towards her room.
"Sara!" Her boyfriend's voice was stern and it scared her. She turned around. "You're going to have sex with me, right now, and you're going to love it." He stood.
"Andrew please, I'm really not in the mood." Sara begged.
Andrew walked over and shoved her hard against the wall.
She let out a shriek of pain and closed her eyes, and felt her cloths coming off.
"Andrew please- not in front of your friends!" She tried pushing him away. She felt Andrew lift her by her butt and shove her against the wall. "Oh baby, they're joining." Andrew grinned.
And that night, Sara was gang banged. And it wasn't the good way either.
x
The next day Sara arrived at work. She felt so disgusted. Her boyfriend and his friends took turns taking advantage of her body. It was more than she could handle. She was so sore and she didn't want no one to ask if she was okay. She didn't want to be a work but she did to get away from Andrew, and this was a perfect opportunity to get away from him.
What made the day worse, was T-bag was her first patient. He had a sprained wrist. She didn't want to deal with a rapist first thing in the morning, considering she was raped by 4 men the night before.
She walked into the Infirmary and set her stuff down, walking up the rapist. "Okay Mr. Bagwell, how did you get a sprained wrist?"
"Masturbating to the thought of you." He gave a sick, perverted grin, licking his upper lip.
Of course he wouldn't tell her how. She just did what she needed to do to help his wrist, and than wrapped it up.
"You'll need to come in here every 2 hours today. I don't trust giving you a pack of pills on your own. But these are pain killers, they should help your wrist. You don't need to be moving it much. Or it will never heal."
"I think I'm looking at 'pain killers'." He said, looking straight at her breast.
Sara glared. "We're done."
"Breaking up with me so soon, Doc?" He grinned, he eyes looked greedily over her body.
Sara called in a guard and the guard let T-bag out.
More patients came and Sara doctored them up.
x
It was yard time and Michael was leaning against the fence. His eyes where focused towards the Infirmary.
Abruzzi walked up to him. "What are you looking at, fish?"
"Nothing. When do we go back on PI?"
"Today at 12."
Michael nodded, and looked back towards the infirmary.
"So, what are you doing in the Infirmary anyways?"
Michael jumped a little. It's like Abruzzi knew he was looking there. "It's our way out. The rest is need to know."
"Whatever you say, fish, we just better be getting out of here soon." Abruzzi said in a low scowl.
"We are. Trust." Michael looked at him.
Abruzzi walked away.
"Scofield! Infirmary!" Bellick sneered.
Michael nodded and guards led him to the infirmary.
Michael watched Sara once again and her strange ways. He noticed when he made eye contact, how tired she looked, how abused she looked. She quietly put the shot in his arms.
He hated how quiet she became with him. She was open after the riot, after the rose. Now, she was so quiet, like she wanted nothing to do with anyone.
She took the shot out and felt his eyes burning on her. She went to get a band aid but he grabbed her arm.
She jumped as if he hurt her, and than looked at him. She felt his hand gently tighten on her own. The last thing she wanted to do was to cry. She held back tears for so long because no one seemed to care for her, but Michael's eyes told her differently.
"Sara..." He said softly. "Are you okay?"
She stayed quiet, only because she was now forcing tears back and nodded her head. She looked at their hands.
"Look at me... please, Sara." Michael pleaded.
Sara looked up, her eyes where closed at first but than they opened.
"Your eye.." He stopped once he heard her gasp. It wasn't loud, but it was something.
"Michael please... not now, okay?" Sara looked at him.
"Than when? When the hell can we ever talk without being watched? You're hurting and I want to know why. Because honestly, seeing you hurting, is hurting me. If you don't believe me that's fine, but I really can't take it. A week ago you where so happy, or it seemed, and now, you seem, you are-" He corrected himself. "really depressed." He pulled on her arm. "Your eye Sara... you can't fool me."
Sara swallowed what seemed like a large rock, and looked at him. "I have a boyfriend."
"Oh." Michael's voice was filled with disappointment, and he let go of her hand. "I never knew that." He injected some bitterness in his tone. "I mean, it's okay for you to shut me out when you find out about my wife, you get disappointed in me when I don't tell you, I tried to tell you it's business and you can't even tell me you're dating?"
"Because-" She snapped. "I don't consider myself dating!" She glared. "You ask me what's wrong and I begin to tell you, but you interrupt me." She shook her head, tears filled her eyes. "I don't even want to tell you anymore. We're done here."
"Wait, Sara." Michael gasped, and watched her step away to the door. "Sara!"
"Guard, he's ready to go back to his cell." Sara said. She sat down at her desk and the guard came and took Michael, the whole time, Michael's eyes where stuck on Sara, and than when he turned the corner, he couldn't see her no more.
x
Michael sat frustrated in his cell. Sucre was in the infirmary for a check up - the guards thought he had food poisoning by the way he was choking at dinner time. It was almost Tier time, and all Michael could think of was Sara.
I have a boyfriend.
Rang through his head. Over and over. She was dating. He should of known, she was so beautiful. That man was one lucky guy to have her.
But than the whole
I don't consider myself dating!
rang through his head to. He didn't understand because he didn't let her talk. He wished he had. She was in pain and him snapping on her might have hurt her worse. He'd never understand women, but Sara was someone he wanted to understand.
"Open on 40!" A guard yelled and Sucre walked in.
Michael looked at him. "You okay?"
Sucre nodded. "Doc said it was broccoli stuck in my lungs. Weird."
Michael chuckled. "Glad you're up and alive."
Sucre nodded and smiled. "So the doc told me something really weird."
Michael's eyes shot up to his cellmate. "What?"
Sucre shrugged and leaned against the wall. "She told me one night, she was at her boyfriend's family's house. She said the people where mean to her. That they didn't like her much. She was there for dinner and all of the sudden she started choking on the food. Her boyfriend, along with the family, started laughing. She told me she knows what food poisoning is like, and it sucks. And that I was lucky to not get it." He sighed. "I felt bad. She told me she was still dating the same guy. I didn't understand why she would tell me that, but she did."
Michael let it all process.
Sucre, Cellmate, she was telling Sucre, because she knew he'd tell Michael. And that's what she wanted.
"That's horrible." Michael sighed.
Sucre nodded. "So, about the escape?"
"I'm going in the walls during Tier time." Michael responded.
Sucre nodded. "Okay."
He knew Sara wanted someone to talk to, and he knew she needed someone. She probably didn't want to tell him to his face because of what happened earlier. He felt bad. Her boyfriend was abusing her. And she couldn't do nothing about it because he had more power than her.
Michael wanted to hurt this man. He felt protective of Sara but he couldn't show it.
He knew she trusted him in a way. He wouldn't even let a fly touch her during the riot. She was hurting. And all he wanted to do was hold her, and tell her everything he had planned, and let her know everything was going to be okay.
His escape plan was going to go well, he knew it. In his heart, he felt it. Sara wouldn't be hurting for long, because the other part of his plan, aside from everything on his tattoo, was saving her, and running away with her.
From the moment she smiled at him, the sound her voice, her laugh, the way she looked at him, he'd knew he'd slip. But he couldn't fall in love or else it would cause the plan to go down. But, he did slip. He did- IS in love with her.
She was important to him.
The cell doors buzzed open. It was 8:00, tier time.