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Prison Break: The Infirmary

Michael stared at the newly installed pipe above his head, his mind automatically re-calculating the plan, adjusting and changing his sequencing to accomodate this problem. He lowered his head and stared into space for a few seconds before Sucre interrupted his thoughts.

"What now" Sucre asks quietly, standing directly behing Michael.

Sucre was nervous , but he had been locked in a cell with this man long enough to know that Michael always made plans for the unexpected. Sucre glanced at the others and realized that T-bag may be a problem. T-bags eyes gleamed evil as he glared at Michael , waiting for his response to Sucre's question.

" Give me the cutter" Michael said in a soft tone , his hand reaching towards Sucre

Sucre reached into his sleeve and handed Michael the razor blade that was attached to a small handle. Sucre rubbed his forehead and stared at Michael as he remembered what he had done with that razor the last time he had asked for it. This time was no different.

Michael took a deep breath and pushed his sleeve up , past his bicep. After another deep breath , he sliced thruough the bottom edge of a tattoo, just at the edge of his muscle. Fingers probed and pulled out 2 tiny darts.

Feeling a little dizzy, Michael dropped his head,sucking yet another breath into his lungs. Then he stood, blood running down his arm and dripping onto the floor. He reached behind a stack of boxes and grabbed a small sack, his fingers leaving bloody prints in the brown paper. Reaching inside, Michael pulled out two paper coated, plastic drinking straws. After removing the paper, he carefully pulled thin plastic coverings off the darts and slipped one into each straw.

Turning back the the group that was leaving the prison with him, Michael said" follow me and do exactly as I tell you or I will leave your sorry ass here. Understood?"

" Ohh yeah...no problem there" T-bag drawled out as he watched Michael move to the door. T- bag followed behind the silent group, his hand going into his pocket , liking the feel of the small knife he had in there. He planned to use that knife before he left this place. That high and mighty "fish" was going down. Just like Abruzzi.

Michael moved quietly out the door and down the hallway, stopping at the corner. Reaching into his small sack, he removed the dental mirror and slipped it around the corner. The prison guard sat in a chair just outside the infirmary door.

Raising the straw to his lips, Michael stepped around the corner, blowing hard on the straw, sending the dart flying into the guard's neck, with a little ping.

" One, two, Three" Michael counted in his head as the guard grabbed his neck and slumped in the chair.

"Well, Looky, looky" T-bag drawled as he walked to stand beside Michael

Reaching a hand to T-bag's shirt, Michael fisted his hand in the material , glaring at the man wearing it. He raised the other straw to a point where T-bag could see it.

" This dart is for the Nurse. NO ONE dies. you touch NO ONE " . Shoving T-bag away from him, Michael walked the few feet that separated the group from the Infirmary door. He would get Linc out of this prison. They would not kill him, nor would he allow anyone else to die.

At the door, he raised the dental glass, the straw already positioned at his mouth...

The reflection he saw in the dental glass froze him where he stood. Sarah was taking care of Linc..NOT the regular Nurse. Heart pounding, Michael looked back at Westmoreland and signaled him forward. He handed the dart filled straw to him.

Westmoreland carefully grasped the straw in his hand, giving Michael a strange look before he leaned over to look in the dental glass still in Michael's hand.

" I understand your problem Son" Westmoreland said as he stepped to the side, straw held tightly in his hand. " we'll give you a minute"

Michael nodded his Thanks as he reached into the sack, removed something, opened the door of the imfirmary and walked in.

Sarah heard the infirmary door open and assumed it was the guard coming in to check on her. She turned a smiling face his way, but her expression quickly turned to one of shock. Michael was walking towards her, blood running down his armand dripping off his fingers.

Once Michael put his body into motion in the hallway, he did not stop. He moved quickly across the open room of the infirmary, his eyes glancing at Linc for a second before returning to Sarah. His tall frame and long legs moved the length of the room in a few seconds time.

" Michael , you are bleedi..."

Sarah did not finish the word. Michael wrapped his arms tight around her , pulling her to his chest, his open mouth sealing tight against hers. She could feel the blood from his arm soak through her lab coat as their mouths opened wider, tongues touching, then dancing together , learning the taste of each other for the first time.

Michael gently moved her hands to his chest, as his mouth slanted over hers again and again. She never heard the soft pull of the tape behind her, did not realize his intentions until her hands were bound with duct tape. Pulling on her wrists did not help, they were held tight.

" Michael, you cannot do this" Sarah pleaded as he reached for a chair and gently seated her. " I will scream, The guard will hear me"

" No he won't" Michael stated as a few quick swirls with the tape secured her to the chair

" Is he dead?" Sarah asked quietly

Michael stopped his movements and looked into her face " No" he answered " but he will have a hell of a headache in the morning." Another couple of swirls with the tape wrapped her ankles tight together, then he looked at her again.

" I could not do the same thing to you"

" Michael, this cannot happen. we..." Sarah stopped, staring at him, unable to finish her sentence, her confusion and hurt showing in her face

Going down on his haunches in front of her , he tore a small piece ot tape from the roll, but simply held it in both his hands as he stared at her.

" The only thing I did not factor into this... was YOU Sarah" Michael confessed as he placed the small strip of tape over her mouth, his hand returning to caress the side of her face, her tears wetting his hand.

" I did not figure on you" Michael repeated softly as he stood. Looking down at her from his full height..

" wellll now... ain't this just the prettiest sight" T-bag sauntered in through the doorway, a look of sadistic glee on his face

"Fish and the pretty Dr lady...ain't that just somethin" T- bag drawled, walking on into the room

Michael had put up with T -Bag because he was forced to , but he had enough. Before T-bag could react. Michael grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the infirmary wall. Michael was not a killer ,but he would not allow T-bag to destroy this plan . The fury in him grew, and he tightened his hands on T-bags throat. As T-bag's face started to turn a interesting shade of blue, he heard a "pfffftttt" sound fly past his ear.

T-bag's face changed from the bluish look of shock to a relaxed almost "dead" look. Michael let go of him and T-bag's body slumped to the floor, a tiny dart stuck in his neck. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Michael turned to face Westmoreland who was just lowering the straw from his mouth.

" I always did hate that son of a bitch, pecker head" Westmoreland said as he dropped the straw to the floor," He killed my cat"

Michael grabbed his roll of duct tape and bound T-bags inert body, as the men filed across the room to stand by the window that led to their freedom.

" ummmmm, ummmm ummm" , Sarah tried to talk behind the tape that held her mouth shut. Her eyes were frantic as she watched Michael help Linc off the gurney.

At his signal, the men started across the wire , monkey style, until it was only Linc aned Michael left in the room. Michael looked at Linc and motioned to the window. Linc nodded and climbed slowly to the ledge, placing his hand on the wire that meant life instead of death.

Sarah went wild in her chair. Rocking back and forth, her long auburn curls flying around her face. Screams came from her taped lips and tears streamed from her eyes as she stared at Michael from across the room.

Quick steps returned Michael to her side and he once again knelt in front of her.. Pulling the tape off her mouth, he kissed her hard then replaced the tape. Leaning close to her ear Michael whsipered...

" I didn't factor in the fact that I would love you, Sarah. I will find you...someway... somehow...someday"

He stood and walked away without looking back and followed Linc out of the window to freedom. Sarah never made another sound.

As his arms and legs took him across the wire, his heart beat double time. He had accomplished what he had set out to do. Linc was safe...for the moment. He had bought them time to find the real killer. But now his heart hurt. He had left Sarah in the infirmary. He had meant what he had told her. Already his mind was planning and sorting details, organizing.

He would have her...

Have her soon...

Have her forever.