Summary: Panic builds in Michael as he is running out of time while trapped in the infirmary. What will happen when he finally gets out?
A/N: Thanks again to all of you who reviewed, its always much appreciated. I know that the chapters have been short and I apologize. This one is short too, but the next one will be a little longer. I promise. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
Michael was really behind schedule now and he was growing very worried. Even more he knew that all the others must be getting anxious too, Sucre, Abruzzi and worst of all, Lincoln. He had tried everything to get out of the infirmary and the attentive eye of its ruler; Sara Tancretti, but nothing seemed to work. He had tried willing himself to get better, charming his way out and making silly excuses that were less and less believable. Whenever he asked if he was able to leave yet, she reminded him that he could go whenever he wanted to, but that he would be bedridden no matter where he was located. Today he decided that being bedridden in his cell was a much more desirable option than being bedridden in the infirmary.
That morning he was shipped back to his cell to his awaiting cellmate Sucre. Sucre - though relieved that Michael was back - didn't show any positive emotion at his return. Once the guards had left - with specific orders from Tancretti to make sure that they see he is lying down before they leave - Michael learned that Sucre had been taking much of the heat on the yard for Michael's delay. There was nothing Michael could do about the others, but Sucre had to know that he wasn't taking a vacation while in the infirmary. Michael explained the entire situation to Sucre, and how they would proceed.
"Leave Abruzzi to me." Michael assured, but he still didn't know how he could communicate to Lincoln from his cell. He would prefer to have been able to speak to him personally, but plans had changed drastically in the last 4 and a half days.
Michael was surprised to learn that Sucre had continued the digging without Michael, and though this was somewhat insignificant seeing has how there was little digging left to do, Michael showed his appreciation by praising Sucre's initiative. He took his sock off to examine his partly healed foot, and was reminded instantly about the PUGNAC.
"Sucre, have you seen-"
"These?" Sucre held up the yellow-tinted pill container that held a mere two pills. He would need to get more. But at least he had something to cool his system. He would decide in the morning whether or not he should take the second pill or to save it. He lay his head down and listened to the sounds of his cellblock. His mind worked furiously on how he would need to speed up certain parts of the plan to make his deadline, some things seemed impossible at the moment, but then again - wasn't breaking out of prison supposed to be impossible?