A/N: I'm not sure if I like this. I want to continue, but I don't know how anymore.
The fear of losing a friend went through Bridget's mind she knew she had to leave Fox River as soon as possible. Seeing Michael Scofield in prision was just the beginning, knowing wh he was there was painful. Then he suffered an attack, the insulin Bridget knew he didn't need was the result. How he had made it work before, Bridget didn't know, and she didn't want to.
Working throughout the infirmary checking on the inventory was the last thing she was going to do that day. Going through all the supplies and making a list of what was again needed. Bridget didn't notice Sara walking into the room she was in.
" Almost time for you to leave," Sara said and noting the look on Bridget's face.
" Okay, what's going on with you?" Sara asked, " You've been like this for weeks."
Bridget tried not the look obvious, " I'm okay," she said, " It's nothing."
" Does this have to do with Michael?" Sara asked.
" I felt that I almost lost my best friend," Bridget said, " I was scared. He scared me. Okay."
Bridget then walked away.
" You helped save him," Sara said, " You're not a doctor, but you knew what to do. You didn't panic."
" If I did I wouldn't be able to do my job," Bridget said, " Even though I almost did. It's just that seeing Michael in here I feel like I don't know him anymore. I don't know why here's here."
" I know how you feel," Sara said, " He's lied to me."
" I don't get it," Bridget said, " That's not Michael. That's not him."
Bridget then walked out of the room and went to check the other rooms fro supplies. She wanted to talk to someone, but she couldn't blow what she knew, she had nobody to talk to.
" What a mess I've gotten myself into," Bridget thought, " This is pure torture. I have to get out of here."
Bridget sighed and didn't know what she was doing anymore. If she stayed any longer, it was going to all of her strength to keep down what she knew and has known for months.
Michael was back to his old self, out of the sick bay and not letting any more time slip away. The time was to o precious to lose and a part of him knew it was his own fault, but why was a part of him blaming Bridget.
" This is not her fault," Michael thought, " Bridget didn't have to come here. Bridget helped save me, now I want to blame her for what happened?"
Michael again walked the fields on the PI detail. He saw Bridget come out of the infirmary, she looked his way, but then walked on to the parking lot. Bridget didn't want to make eye contact with him, it scared her. Why was she so scared? Bridget knew what it was and she couldn't deny it anymore, she loved him and in a way she wished she didn't.