Summary: Michael is having troubles when an unforeseen problem threatens to ruin the escape plan.

A/N: Didn't you guys love last night's (Sept. 19) episode! It nearly brought me to tears, probably because they played one of the most touching songs, "Orange Sky" by Alexi Murdoch.

Thanks to all those that reviewed: Beautiful-Me89, Flash Foreward, Death by Teacup, Shannon, Sweet-Diversions, Darlian, Storywriter, LadyAvi, lili, and Muse High Council and everyone else who read it but didn't review, I hope you continue to enjoy reading it as I continue to enjoy writing it.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still haven't gotten my hands on the rights :P

Chapter Three

After less than two days, the effect began to take a great toll on Michael's body, and consequently his appearance. He would wake up many times in the night, soaked in sweat; his entire body shaking and his limbs numb. For the most part he was able to keep his body in control when Dr. Tancretti was around, but it was getting harder and harder and he knew that soon his body would plainly reject the insulin, and he wasn't sure what form the rejection would take.

That morning, the doctor came in to check on him and found him passed out. She was far from at a loss, she had seen right through whatever it was he was trying to hide from her, the excessive perspiration, the middle-of-the-night moans, and this wasn't the first time that she'd found him passed out. She also had yet to make any progress in finding out what had happened to his foot, and she couldn't tell why he wouldn't tell her either. It was cases like Michael's that had motivated her to work in a prison, but he was making it increasingly difficult to make improvements to the system. She had hoped that he would aid her in her crusade, he seemed to have a handle on what she was talking about, and yet here he was, nearly killing her with anxiety.

When he was awake, the nurse notified the doctor and she immediately came in to give him his shot. But he couldn't control the tremors that were spreading over his body. Her back was turned to him as she prepared the shot and she was about to puncture the skin when he shakily shouted,

"No!"

"What?" she said, taken aback.

"Don'tplease?" he said, shaking slightly, it appeared he was only shivering.

"Why not?"

"II thinkmy body is rejecting thedon't you?" he said, shaking more violently, a sweat breaking out across his brow.

"What makes you think it's the insulin?" she asked, cautiously, she knew that if she pried to far he would close up completely. "Its quite possible that the slight infection in your foot has spread." She said matter-of-factly. He knew there was no infection in his foot, it was a lie she had told him in hopes that he would get afraid and spill everything. His foot didn't even hurt anymore, but because of the way his body was reacting to the increased insulin she figured he should stick around. If only he could get to his PUGNAC.