A/N: Sorry if it took so long for another chapter. I put a little bit of a twist in this. Let me know if it works right. It may need to be changed later. I don't know if I like the way this is.
Old Memories ( Chapter 3)
Bridget Carson knew she was in way over her head in more ways then one. She didn't know whether or not she should go into the infirmary. Bridget looked down at the necklace she was weraing, the same necklace Michael got her from Mexico years ago.
" I don't think I can do this anymore," Bridget thought, " I can't figure it out and maybe I don't need to know. Maybe I know too much already."
Bridget then got out of her car and into the infrimary.
" Good morning," Sara said sneaking up behind her.
" Morning," Bridget said.
" You sat out there so long I thought you weren't coming in," Sara said putting some files away.
" You saw me out there?" Bridget asked.
" Don't let this place scare you," Sara said, " It's not all bad."
" You don't know the half of it," Bridget thought.
Then one of the guards came in.
" Dr. Tancredi," he said, " Scofield is here for his insulin shot."
" Be right dwon there," Sara said, " Do me a favor Bridget."
" What's that?" Bridget asked.
" Go tell Michael I'll be right there," Sara said walking into the other room.
Bridget sighed again and walked down the hallway. She just looked into the room and saw Michael sitting down. Michael apparently saw her.
" Hey," Michael said.
" Dr. Tancredi will be right down," Bridget said, " To give you your shot."
" Thanks," Michael said.
Bridget then walked up to him," Since when are you diabetic?" Bridget asked," Was that a part of your plan too?"
Michael just looked at her, " You have to be careful," he whispered.
" I shouldn't of gotten myself involved in this," Bridget said," I still don't understand half of it."
" There is no other alternative," Michael said.
" I can't do this anymore," Bridget said," I happen to like it here and Sara has become a mentor and friend. Michael it's hard keeping this all down."
" Don't you blow this," Michael said, " Then again how can you understand anything. You're too young to understand."
" You're on your own," Bridget said going back out the door, " Good luck Michael."
Sara just watched as Bridget went back down the hallway.
" What just happened?" Sara asked.
" Old memories," Michael said," Don't ask."
Sara didn't ask and just gave Michael his shot.
" I hope you don't let this get to you," Sara said, " I mean Bridget working here."
" It's her life," Michaeal said, " Her decision. Bridget seems to know what she's doing."
" She's learning," Sara said, " Bridget knows exactly what she's doing."
Michael then got up, " Someone appreciates her work," Michael said, " That's nice to know."
Michael then went back out the door of the infirmary where the guard was waiting to take him back outside.
Michael then sat down on one of the benches.
" It might have been a mistake to let Bridget know my plan," Michael thought, " But she did say she wanted to help. Maybe having her get a job at Fox River was a bad idea."
Michael was not worried that Bridget would blab about the plan, she would never tell. The thing that worried him was that things may go wrong and Bridget would get hurt.
" That's the last thing I want to happen," Michael thought.
The plan was still there and so was Bridget, who was having second thoughts again.
Bridget just stared out the window of the infirmary.
" You okay?" she heard.
Bridget just jumped to see Sara.
" You're a little jumpy today," Sara said, " Anything you want to talk about?"
Bridget sighed, " I don't think I can stay here anymore," Bridget said, " I mean Michael's here and this is the last place I expected to see him."
" You mentioned that before," Sara said, " But if you leave, I'll be losing a good helper and a friend."
Bridget just smiled, " Thanks," she said.
Sara just smiled and walked away.
Bridget just went back and started doing inventory.
" Nobody can know the real reason I am here," Bridget thought, " I am here to help Michael save his brother. If this get's out there'll be a whole mess of trouble."
