Summary: This story takes off from the famed 'toe incident' and this is my take on what could have happened afterwards, so it doesn't exactly go by what DID happen. Bare with me, I'm a fan of the show, so it's just me reveling in the fandome.

A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed! Encouragement keeps the mind buzzing and the fingers typing. I hope this chapter is a good follow-up!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Prison Break. Darn.

When he woke once more he was alone and it was dark. He was dying of thirst and the pain in his foot seemed to have increased. He called for the nurse that he knew would be right outside his door.

"Can I help you?" she said in an annoyed fashion.

"Where's the doctor?" he said in a mimicking tone.

"It's 3 a.m. she's not here."

"Can I get some anesthetics? And some water?"

"Your file says that your system won't react well to anesthetics." She said returning from the water cooler with a paper cup in hand. He remembered putting that on his medical file. He didn't want to lose any bit of his mind while in here; all the same, he hadn't anticipated such injury. He tried to go back to sleep but it was futile. His mind raced, this was not part of the plan. He hoped he could be out and walking again by tomorrow.

Tomorrow had come too soon when he woke up to the dangerous realization that he was getting an insulin shot today and had no access to his PUGNAC. Hopefully he could get by until he was out of the infirmary. Nonetheless, he was still nervous later that morning when Dr. Tancretti came in to give him his shot. He hadn't seen or heard from her since the night before. He had to get her back on his side if he had any chances of getting back on schedule with his plan.

"Good morning, Sleepy Head." She greeted cheerfully.

"Did I really sleep that long?" he said smoothly, "I don't remember doing anything particularly tiring in the last while. " he quipped, she smiled and took a seat in the chair next to his bed and helped him to sit up. Sitting up felt good, he was all cramped up, but the pain had dulled and the headache that had been nagging at him had considerably faded. His forehead was slick with sweat after the movement of sitting up however, and he didn't think he would be able to easily make his case that he was ready to go back to his cell.

"I could let you back to your cell, but you wouldn't be able to go anywhere, and I'll tell you frankly, you'll be safer here. Whoever did this to you, won't be afraid to take advantage of your temporary handicap." Her annoyed pronunciation of 'whoever' reminded him that he still wanted to apologize.

"Dr. Tancretti?"

"Yes?"

"About last night"

"The nurse told me you had asked for anesthetics, but I'm afraid we'd have to check with your previous doctor before we can administer them, just so we know what exactly its effects on you are."

"No, I'm fine without them, I was just hoping you'd let me apologize."

"For?"

"I was short with you and it was uncalled for. And I didn't mean that I would lie to you, I just meant that I couldn't tell you. I don't want you to think that you can't trust me. I was justin pain I guess, and only half-conscious so you can't go exactly by what I say, right?" He smiled nervously, hoping she'd understand what he was trying to say. She looked into his eyes, looking for some truth or something to lead her to believe him. Apparently she found what she was looking and smiled warmly.

"Well, thank you for the apology, I accept it. You know, most guys in here wouldn't show such humility, especially towards me. A lot of them out there take their hate towards the government on me. Well, I suppose they take it out on everybody that isn't one of them-"

"Oh, they take it out on their own too." He laughed, referring to his current situation.

"Why won't you tell me who did this?"

"It's sort of like, inner-office-politics, but it's more dangerous to your well-being if you get caught up in it."

"Could I say anything to persuade you to tell me?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"I doubt it." He honestly answered. She dignified this response with a nod and got up to get the insulin shot ready. "You're sure it's ok for me to take that, given my situation?" She looked at him strangely.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, it might be easier on your system if we increased the insulin shots, until you are on your feet and eating normally again. I'll make a note of it on your file alright?" As she prepared the needle she waited for him to answer.

"You're the doctor." He answered nervously after a long moment of thought. She administered the shot and left the room, at which point he looked hatefully at the hole in his skin left by the needle. He didn't know what the effect on him would be with the increased insulin, and no PUGNAC, but he could predict that it would be noticeable to Dr. Tancretti, and that was just about the last thing he needed right now.