A/N: I feel this is all wrong, but it's floating through my head.
Getting Out of Hand
Bridget was having the roughest time of her life. She has been at Fox River nearly five weeks and seemed to discover more and more of Michael's plan and she didn't like it. Bridget was starting to believe that the best way to not say anything was to leave. Bridget walked out of the infirmary and sat down on the grass at the end of the building.
" What am I going to do?" Bridget thought, " If I stay any longer I am going to bust this wide open."
Bridget then got up and looked around. She then saw Michael.
" Oh great," Bridget thought, " That's all I need."
Bridget again looked around and stepped closer to the fence. Michael then noticed the look on her face.
" Are you okay?' Michael asked.
" No," Bridget admitted, " I have to get out of here. I have to leave."
" You can't," Michael said, " I need you here."
Bridget shook her head, " You don't need me. You never did. I just stuck my nose where it didn't belong."
" Don't give up on me," Michael said, " You have to stay. Or you could be in danger."
Bridget then backed away and again shook her head.
" Talk about having faith," Bridget said, " I have faith in you, but it seems like you don't have any faith in me. I haven't blown the whistle on you yet, and I won't. Are you afraid I will?"
" Bridget, please don't be mad," Michael said, " I've worked so hard."
" You don't think I know that?" Bridget asked, " Again and again I think about what a risk your taking and what I know and I don't like myself."
Bridget then walked away and went back into the infirmary, but she couldn't leave, she couldn't stay mad. She wanted to reach out to him, she missed really talking to him and she may never have the chance again.
The next day was no better, Bridet still was pondering over whether or not to leave. She feared if she stayed she was in trouble. She knew things that could put her in prison, but she couldn't change that. Bridget just went to go check on supplies in one of the rooms and saw Michael there.
" Excuse me," Bridget said turning to leave.
" Don't go," Michael said, " Please talk to me."
Bridget just walked back, but kept her distance.
" Why do I have this overwhelming feeling to apoligize to you?" Bridget asked, " It seems like nothing is going right, especially for me. I can't change what I know. I miss being able to talk to you like I used to. Sometimes I feel this is so wrong. My own fault. Always so curious."
" Always been so nosy," Michael said, " Had to know everything going on. I didn't mind it when you were younger, but now it's different."
" Michael I'm sorry," Bridget said, " I don't know what else to do. Let's not try to scare each other. I still consider you a friend, at least I hope you are."
Michael couldn't help but stare at her, " Always," he said, " Nothing will change that."
Bridget just looked around, being in the infirmary helped she was able to talk to him.
" But where are you going to go after you get out of here?" Bridget asked.
" That's hard to explain," Michael said.
Bridget tried to smile, but then she felt tears swelling up in her eyes. Michael noticed the look on her face.
" Don't," Michael said, " You'll make me cry."
" I've never seen you cry," Bridget said, " Not that you don't. You were always so strong when it came to your emotions."
" Don't be so sad," Michael said, " It's not like I'll be gone forever."
" I need to move on," Bridget said, " Dr. Tancredi should be here in a minute. I got to say this though you are extremely brave taking such a risk. I'll see you."
Bridget just then left the room and Michael knew it was breaking Bridget apart. The situation was getting more dangerous and it did scare him of what could happen.