I should be able to update fairly regularly, so here's chapter two! Thanks for reading and enjoy!
Allen
He's hunched over, wringing his hands and sweating. Michael appears as if the news he's about to hear is a matter of life or death, and Sara is eyeing him strangely, knowing it's not that serious. If anything this test could bring him good news- a life free of a disease that is potentially life threatening if not well treated. Even still, Michael drums his fingers on his knees and avoids eye contact, the polar opposite of his attitude the day before. He'd been suave, charming, funny… and now look at him. Sara glances at the meter, still reading his blood sample, and then back at Michael.
"You seem nervous."
He glances up at her and tries to cover his apprehension with that same cool exterior. He fails. "I do?"
"You're sweating," Sara notices warily and he smirks a bit.
"Must be the needles. Never really got used to them."
It's a bullshit answer; they both know it. Sara eyes him strangely and says, "Somehow between the diabetes and that tattoo, I find that hard to believe."
She had been right, then, yesterday when she thought there was something very peculiar about this man. When she reads him his test results, Michael seems to visibly relax; his hands still, the color returns to his cheeks, that same winning smile is back on his face. He is almost giddy at the prospect of returning again tomorrow for another insulin shot, something Sara is nearly alarmed at because, honestly, who likes getting daily injections? He leaves joyfully and Sara watches him go, perplexed, as Katie enters the room, a mischievous look on her face that tells Sara she's going to make an unwelcomed comment.
She's correct. Katie remarks, "Cute!"
"Prisoner," Sara shoots back. "I don't know. There's something strange about him."
"What do you mean?"
"When I gave him his test results, there was this look on his face," Sara trails off. "Relief."
"Maybe he's just excited he gets to come back here and see you," Katie winks.
Sara smirks, sarcastically adding, "Oh, that must be it."
"I'm telling you," Katie nods. "Stranger things have happened, Sara. Is it that implausible that a guy could like you?"
"No," Sara disagrees. "But he's a prisoner and I'm-"
"The prison doctor," Katie fills in. "And it's the source of many prisoners' fantasies, I'm sure."
"I'm not interested in realizing prisoners' fantasies," Sara shakes her head in disgust. "I just…"
She gets lost in thought over what it could possibly be about Michael that piques her interest. Katie notices. "You just what?"
"Nothing," Sara answers too quickly. "Nothing. Just forget it."
"You may have the blueprints of this place, but there's one thing those plans can't show you- people."
Michael's sure that Lincoln has never spoken truer words in his life. He's not sure why he assumed C-Note would be willing to just trust his judgment and give him the PUGNAc, especially in the midst of a race riot. He's not sure how he would evade the throes of T-Bag, his newest threat. He's not sure why Abruzzi can't just take his word for it, why he won't trust him to give the whereabouts of Fibonacci when they've successfully left Fox River behind, but he does know that he had not anticipated as much trouble as he's currently having.
Lincoln had stated that you can count on the plan, but you can't count on people screwing up that plan and here he is, watching things slip out of his control. C-Note is promising to find out exactly what Michael is formulating and he isn't that subtle, so with enough snooping, Michael's sure C-Note will find out. He makes a mental note to escape before this happens. He's sure Sara could see right through his lame, I-don't-like-needles excuse and if he didn't learn to cover his ass better next time, she'd surely blow his escape plan wide open. He's still thinking of Sara when Brad Bellick grabs his arm away from the other, nameless CO and ushers him to an abandoned supply shed.
He can't talk his way out of this one and he knows the ending before it happens. Michael lets out a horrified, pain-stricken scream and blood pours from his missing appendages as Abruzzi frantically wraps his foot in his abandoned sock. Bellick shouts a few obscenities as he rushes into the room, but upon realizing who caused the injury, he stops short. Instead, he throws a few gleeful looks at the mob boss and his cronies and grabs Michael roughly in order to drag him to the infirmary. Michael does everything he can, on the way, to think of anything but the blinding pain.
He thinks of yesterday, of meeting Sara for the first time and of her brilliant, radiant smile that had filled him with an exultant light, and knows he's already in trouble if he's thinking of her as a source of comfort.