Michael sat in the Infirmary room, waiting for Sara. As she walked in she really didn't look at him. "Hand please." He gave her his hand as she took a shot. "Look, Sara. About earlier. If you wanna talk about it..."
"Michael please. Every word I say you'll think I'm pathetic. No one believes me, and they think it's a joke." By the way her fingers where gripping the back of his hand, he could tell it angered her.
"Give me a chance." He looked at her. She looked at him.
"Michael, it's fine. I don't want to talk about it. I have a schedule to maintain and I can't be sharing life stories with a con." She let his results process.
He could see she was shaking. He gently grabbed her hand. "Sara" By the way he touched her and said her name she shivered. She looked up at him and from that view, saw inside her office.
She saw him. In her office. Her eyes widened with terror. "No no no.."
Michael looked were she was looking and his gripped tightened. "Who is that..." She looked at him, he was looking in her office. "You-you see it?" She asked.
He nodded. "I see it.. black hood?... knife?" He turned his attention to her.
She looked up and now the man was behind Michael. "NO!" Sara screamed as he lifted his knife. She yanked Michael up as they fell to the ground. As they hit the ground both of their eyes shut, and he was gone.
Michael looked at Sara. "Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern.
She was shaking terribly. Guards came running in as they grabbed Michael. "What are you doing to her?" They slammed Michael against the wall. "Uh, nothing!" he grunted. "Oh really? Want to explain you being on the ground with her and her shaking? They slammed him again.
"Stop!" Sara yelled. "He didn't hurt me. I slid and felt like I twisted my ankle, he came down to help me. He was only helping."
The guards released Michael from the wall and walked him out.
"Can I talk to Scofield for a second?" Bellick smirked. "You all can walk away for a bit." The guards did as told.
"What happened? She see the boogyman and pull you against her?" his laugh was bitter. "If she wasn't so dosed on drugs then maybe she wouldn't be seeing nothing. Huh?"
Michael glared. "Shut up. She's telling the truth."
"I think that SHE killed the con. She was the only one in the office." He licked his top lip.
Michael glared and slammed his head into Bellicks. "SHUT UP! SHE'S NOT A KILLER! MAYBE YOU DID IT!" He screamed loudly, glaring hard. Other cops came and grabbed Michael. "You're going to the SHU con!"
Sara stood in her doorway and sighed. Then looked down. Bellick walked up to her and in a second his face was inches away from hers. "I hope you know how to fix this." He pointed to his forehead, which was bloody.
Sara glared. "I can do surgery, take bullets out of people and stitch. And everything else except put bandages on little cuts." Her tone was sarcastic but angry.
"Don't get cute with me, doc. It's going to be the last time you get cute with anyone."
"Are you threatening me, officer?" She glared.
"Captain, sweets. Fix it." He stormed past her and sat down. She walked hesitantly into her office and got some supplies to help his wound. She really didn't like Bellick. He was rude, and just a horrible person in general.
She came out and fixed his wound. "You're all good to go."
He grinned and got up. "For what it's worth, you and Scofield could have fun in the SHU."
She closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm here to help, not for my own good."
He was now standing behind her. " He's coming for you, Doc." She felt his hand run up her side, making her tense and angry. He walked out of the infirmary leaving her alone in thought. She couldn't believe what just happened.
