Sara Tancredi was finally released from the hospital earlier that day. She knew she wasn't out of the hole she
had dug yet, and wasn't even close, but she wished it was over. Sara never thought she's regret doing the
right thing. Something she knew she would do again if she got the chance, she saved an innocent man from a
terrible fate, in the process allowing 6 not so innocent men out.

Sara was sitting on her couch watching some TV, she didn't even know which one, not that she was paying
attention anyway. Her mind was preoccupied with the paper crane in her hand. "THERE'S A PLAN TO
MAKE ALL OF THIS RIGHT" followed by a lot of periods. How could he possibly make any of it right. He's
probably out of the country now, or at least that's what she had hoped. She wanted him and Lincoln safe, as
long as the other escapees were caught. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever see him again.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the door, which brought her out of her thoughts. She scrunched up her face,
wondering who it could be. Sara slowly rose from her position on the couch and made her way to the front
door. She didn't bother checking the peephole before opening the door. Speaking of the devil, was her first
though, followed by confusion and rage upon seeing Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows on her doorstep.

Lincoln's hand was around Michael's shoulder, obviously being held up. There was blood on his leg, but she
could tell Michael had tied it off.

"Wha..." But she didn't get a chance to finish that thought because Michael had already interrupted her with the answer.

"I need your help." Michael said taking a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak again. "Loo..."

"No." Sara said, shaking her head. Lincoln was looking between his brother and Sara. He knew he probably
shouldn't say anything now, so he just remained silent, trying to breathe through the pain.

"Sara please..." Michael said, pleading with her. She shook her head.

"I can't. I've already done too much, I can't."

"You're the only one." Michael said, his voice almost breaking. He couldn't loose Lincoln, not like this. They
came too far. Sara looked up at Lincoln, then back to Michael and the wound. She closed her eyes for a few
seconds before opening them again.

"Bring him into the bedroom." She said quietly, but he heard her and stepped in immediately, brushing past
her, as she closed and locked the door behind them. She leaned her forehead against the frame. "G-d help
me."

Sara walked through her hallway into her bedroom where she saw Michael getting Lincoln to sit down on the
bed, she heard him whisper to him. "She's gonna help you."

"How do you know she won't call the cops?" Lincoln asked with labored breath. "How do you know that's not what she's doing right now?"

"Because I trust her." Michael said firmly. Sara smiled when Michael said that but quickly pushed that away
reminding herself that she was just going to patch him up and send them on their way.

"Ok." Sara said as she stepped inside closer to Lincoln, kneeling in front of him to take a look at his foot,
Michael a few inches from her, not moving away from him brother. "What happened?" Sara asked, for the
first time making eye contact with Lincoln.

But Michael answered instead of him. "The less you know the better."

"We're not in Fox Rivers anymore Michael, I need to know what happened." She said, looking Michael in the
eye. And for the first time it was he who broke her gaze away. She could never maintain it, until now. She had
won.

"We were running away from the cops and they were shooting at us." Sara nodded at Lincoln and looked
away from Michael. Sara moved the shirt that was covering Lincoln's cut away, and bit her lip studying his
wound.

"Did the bullet graze you or go in?" Sara asked Lincoln, unsure of the case because of so much blood.

"It went in." Lincoln answered with labored breathing.

"Can you help him?" Michael asked.

Sara shook her head, trying to get a better look wiping the blood away with the bloody t-shirt. "I don't know
how much I can do without proper supplies here." She looked up at Lincoln. "Lincoln I don't have any
equipment, no sutures, no pain meds?"

"I get that, Doc." Lincoln nodded.

"I'll do what I can." Sara said rising to her feet. "But I have to call someone for supplies."

Michael immediately rose, and paced the room. "No."

"Michael, I won't be able to do anything here. The best I can do is take out the bullet, and that's all I can give

you. And what does that guarantee? That he won't get an infection from the bullet, but that won't do much

good if he bleeds to death." Sara finished finally lowering her voice. This was the first time she had ever stood
up to him like that.

"It's too dangerous." Lincoln said. "We can't risk it." He said, looking up at Michael.

"Look, I have a friend who has a private clinic right by his house. I can ask him to get some supplies I'll need,
he'll bring them and leave."

"Is he really that stupid that he won't question why you need the supplies in the middle of the night?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but he's always trusted my judgment, and I trust him." She said, matching his stare. "If I ask him to
keep it between me and him, he will."

Michael looked over at Lincoln and he nodded before speaking. "You better use this. Untraceable." he said,
giving her the phone.

"Thanks." She sad, rising to her feet before dialing the number. He picked up after a few rings.

"Hello."

"Hey, it's me."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, but um, I need a favor." Sara said looking at Lincoln. "I need some supplies."

"What kind of supplies."

"The kind I'm sure you can get in your clinic."

"Well, you're lucky I'm still here. What do you need?"

"A suture kit, a lot of 4 x 4s, saline, surgical kit and any pain meds you can bring. Oh and sterile gloves."

"I'll try. I don't suppose you want to tell me why you need these supplies, do you?"

"Trust me, the less you know the better."

"Sara?."

"Please, just don't ask me something you know I can't answer."

"Ok."

"Get it as soon as you can and bring it to my place."

"All I need is ½ an hour."

"Can you cut it to half that time?"

"I'll try. See you soon." He said, hanging up the phone.

"He'll be here as soon as he can." Sara said hanging up the phone and hading it to Michael. "Let's get that wound cleaned up in the meantime." She said, as she walked toward the closet in the hall, right outside her bedroom, and took out a few towels. Next she went to the bathroom and filled a basin with warm water.

She walked back into the bedroom and set the basin on the floor next to the towels. She kneeled next to it, and wet the towel in the water. "This might sting." She said softly, in that doctor tone she used.

"Ahhhhh." Lincoln said as soon as the towel made contact with his skin.

"Sorry."

"Oh come on, stop being such a baby." Michael said lightly slapping Lincoln on his head.

"Hey you try being shot." Lincoln said with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Thanks, but I've already had 2 toes cut off." Michael said raising an eyebrow. Then he heard the knock on the door, and his face changed from somewhat light, considering the situation, to immediate worry.

"That's probably Jake." Sara said rising from her knees and walking toward the door. "Who is it?" She asked.

"Dude you called me." Came a response from the other side.

Sara smiled as she opened the door, and saw him standing there with a box, obviously filled with stuff. "Thank you so much." She said, taking the box from him and moving into her apartment. Jake followed closing and locking the door behind him.

"So, what's going on?"

"You don't want to know. Trust me." Sara said, turning back to him.

"Whose life are you saving that you can't bring them to the hospital?" Jake asked.

"Look I really appreciate you doing this, but?."

"Sara." Jake was looking straight past her, she looked back and saw Michael standing there. "Do you?."

"I know what I'm doing."

"Do you?" Jake asked.

"Yes." She said.

"Sara, what the hell are?.."

"Look, thanks for the supplies, but you should go now."

"I'm not leaving you here alone with him."

"You don't have a choice here." She said as she turned to Michael and handed him the box. "Bring that into the bedroom." Michael took the box and with a final look at Jake he turned and walked into the bedroom.

Sara turned back to Jake, but he was too fast. He brushed past her and walked into the bedroom. "Jake."

"What happened?" Jake asked kneeling in front of him.

"Jake don't get yourself into this." Sara said from the doorway.

"I'm not leaving you alone with them." He said then looked back at Lincoln. "What happened?"

"GSW to the leg." Sara explained for him and kneeled next to him opening the box, and starting to get through it. "You can still walk out on this." She whispered to him.

"Thanks, I think I'll stay." He said as he snapped a pair of gloves on.

"Ok Lincoln I'm going to put you to sleep." Sara said.

"Do you have to?"

"It's the best way to deal with the pain. This way you'll be out so you won't feel a thing, and that's when the body's best at healing itself."

"Then do whatever you got to do."

Sara and Jake got to work on Lincoln's leg. Michael just sat and watched the whole time. Every once in a while
he glanced over trying to catch Sara's eye, but she wouldn't meet his. She was too concentrated on the task in
front of her. One thing Michael couldn't help but wonder was who this Jake guy was that he would get up in
the middle of the night and just come to Sara's aid like this, and without much question. After about 2 hours
they were finally done. Sara cut the last suture and Jake picked up all the bloody things. The towels and all of
the supplies putting it all in a garbage bag, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle, handing it to
Michael.

"This is vicodin. 2 pills a day, it will last him about a month." Jake said as he got up, taking the garbage bag
with him.

"Thank you." Michael said. "For everything."

"I'll get rid of this." He said nodding as he walked out the door with Sara behind him.

"Thank you. And thank you for this."

He nodded before opening his mouth. "Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into here?"

"Yeah I do."

"You're aiding and abetting 2 criminals. Criminals who are 2 of the 8 most wanted men in America right now."

"I made and choice, and I'm living with it. Thank you for doing this, but you need to leave now." He nodded.

"You were never here, and I never called you. And if anyone asks, last time you spoke to me was a month
ago."

"Yeah." He looked toward the hallway. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay," He lowered his voice. "or call the cops."

"No. I've got this. Now go." She said as she leaned over and gave him a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

"Take care of yourself." He said and he was gone.

Sara locked the door behind him, and walked back into the bedroom to find that Michael had moved Lincoln further up on the bed. Then Michael sat down next to him on the bed, and took his hand in his.

"You can't die on me, not like this Link. Not like this." Michael whispered, but it was loud enough for Sara to
hear.

"He's going to be ok Michael."

Michael turned around to see Sara watching him. He nodded and smiled at her. "I don't even know how to
thank you."

"You don't have to." She said shaking her head.

"No, I do, and I owe you everything."

"Michael, now is not a good time for this. You should get some rest."

"I don't want to leave him."

"I have to monitor him anyway, so you're free. Get some rest."

"Are you sure about this?" He asked.

"Yeah. The best I can do is a couch."

"That's more than enough." Michael said as he slowly got up. He walked toward the door then looked back at
Lincoln. Sara looked up from where she was standing by Lincoln's bed checking his pulse and looked up at him.

"Go get some rest."

"Thank you."