When LJ got home his mom, started questioning him "LJ, how bad is he hurt?"

"Not bad, but he had to have emergency surgery to reduce swelling in his head and set his ankle with pins."

"Did he tell you how it happened?"

"No, he just said it had nothing to do with dad and he didn't bring it on himself."

"Oh my god, Lincoln, had to have had something to do with all of this and why he was in prison in the first place."

"He wants me to tell dad something tomorrow afterschool."

"No, you're not going into that place. I don't want you killed."

"Mom, I'll be fine." LJ storms off to his room.

That evening at the prison Lincoln is escorted to the infirmary for his check-up. Dr. Tancredi is going over paper work closely and doesn't notice when C.O. Ryan enters the room until he clears his throat. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Give me one minute. The hospital wanted some updated records."

"No problem ma'am. I'll be waiting outside."

He walks out closing the door behind him. Lincoln speaks up, "How bad was he?"

"Who?"

"Michael, I saw T-bag and a group of men leaving that outhouse yesterday. And Michael was nowhere to be seen."

"He should be able to return in a few days. He needed surgery but he was fine when I checked him this afternoon."

"Oh, his nephew was there. Lincoln I need to ask you question. The officer that did the questioning said that in most cases, as Michael's the vicitim is raped and left for dead if anyone finds them. Can you tell me if anybody at all in this prison has it in for Michael or anything?"

"What do you mean by raped?"

"When C.O. Bellick found him, his pants were around his ankles. Which lead them to suspect…?"

"I swear, if for some reason I get out of here I'll kill him."

"Who?"

"Bagwell. Ever since Michael arrived, he's had a thing for him. Michael has tried to keep his distance, but you know how that goes in prison."

"You think T-bag had something to do with all of this."

"More than likely."

At the hospital, Michael is laying on the bed trying to sleep, but finds it difficult cuffed to the bed railing. Suddenly he hears a woman and the guard arguing. "He's my ex-brother-in-law I need to talk with him."

"Ma'am I'm sorry I'm not permitted to do so. It's after visiting hours."

"Please, my son ran away, Michael was acting as a guidance officer until everything that has happened."

"LJ, ran away, what in the hell, why would?" he thought to himself, he then also remembered the window in the door was open slightly. "Guard, let her in."

"Schofield, you aren't to have visitors."

"God damn it's about my nephew."

Reluctantly the guard opens the door, "10 minutes lady."

Lisa hugs Michael tightly; he winces back in pain as it soars through his body, "What about LJ running away now?"

"I left for 10 minutes to bring something to the neighbor's and when I got back I was going to talk to him about you and Lincoln, but he wasn't any there. I looked through the entire house. He wasn't anywhere. I told him not to come and talk with you or his dad either until all this cleared up, but he said that he had to tell Lincoln something, that you couldn't. God Michael what …"

"Hold on, you wouldn't let him go talk to Lincoln." He raises his upper body from the bed with the statement.

"No, I didn't want him to get hurt."

He collapses to the bed when he hears her answer, "Lisa, the guy that did this to me, he's had it in for me from day one I was sent to prison. The first couple of days I was there he cut off a couple toes. A few days after that he said, he'd gut me if he had the chance."

"Michael, have you talked to someone about it all?"

"No. It doesn't matter, when he got finished yesterday, he was going to rape me, but they saw the guards rounding everyone up to bring them inside. Hell, I was half-dead, when they found me. Another hour out there, I wouldn't be here."

"Michael, why don't you report it to the warden?"

"It won't do any good. I filed a motion for transfer; it takes 30 days for it to go through. I have to have a legitimate reason to want transferred."

"It is they'll kill you before you're make parole."

"I don't need this right now. And from the looks of it, the doctor is here to me over."

The doctor enters, "Ma'am I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"His my brother-in-law, my husband wanted me to stay with him for a while. Until he is able to come talk with him."

"I guess you can stay. Guard, I need you to remove one hand cuff, so that Mr. Schofield can be examined."

The guard takes the handcuffs off the hand. Lisa helps him sit up. "I need to change the dressing, if you would help him remove the top of the gown and his long sleeved shirt."

Lisa slips off the top gown, as the doctor goes over the paper work. "Be careful of that shoulder, it's pretty bad." She pulls his arm out of the sleeve and pulls it over his head. Revealing the tattoo to her for the first time.

"Michael, when did…?"

"Awhile ago, it's nothing."

"Michael, it …"

"Ok, Schofield, let's check your insulin levels, make sure that the IV hasn't put them out of whack." He pricks Michael's fingertip and puts the test stripe with a dot of blood on it in the glucose meter.