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Everything that is italic is a flashback.
Michael made his way up to Dr. Tancredi's medical room. He opened the room and found Nyssa on the chair/recliner he's usually sits in when he gets his shot.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. They exchanged eye contact for a mere second when Dr. Sara Tancredi walked in with a medical bag.
" What happened?" Michael asked Sara.
Sara was a little surprised to find Michael Scofield in her office, unless she was mistaken he had already receive his insulin shot.
" Michael what are you doing here?" Sara asked placing the bag on one of the tables and rummaging around to find something in it.
Michael looked up at Nyssa, and then back at Sara. "Guard told me she took a fall…"
Sara cut him of before he could finish is thought, "I don't see what this has to do with…"
"He's my brother," Nyssa answered for Michael
Sara's eyes widened a bit, but she regained her usual composure, not wanting to seam shocked again. She already made a complete fool of herself a day before when Michael's wife showed up. She didn't want to repeat that unfortunate incident again.
" The guard just told me he found her on the floor of the visitation room, and they brought her in," Sara answered taking out medical gloves and proceeded to put them on.
Michael and Nyssa exchanged looks.
"Did you miss your shot?" Sara asked.
"Shot?" Nyssa asked completely unaware where the doctor was going with this.
"Your insulin shot, for the diabetes," Sara said looking at her.
"No, she's not a diabetic" Michael answered for her.
" And that it's safe?" Nyssa asked
" It's the only way I can get to the medical room," Michael said flipping through the papers scattered on his bead.
" And how are you going to get this insulin blocker miracle potion ?" She asked trying to figure out the right name for it.
" PUGNAc. I'm sure I can get it from someone in the prison," Michael answered picking up one of the pictures that was going to be tattooed on his arm and examining it.
"Yea, because prison is a naturally the best top notch medical facility, they have everything you need and more." She said sarcastically.
" And this 'cute poison' tattoo advertisement your staring at is going to do what?"
" Copper sulfate phosphoric acid." He answered staring at the papers.
"Yeah, try saying that five time's in a row. And this copper sulfate phosphor-ma-acid-thing is supposed to melt away the tiles?"
" When mixed together," Michael answered her.
Sara took out a stethoscope and looked up at Michael, " Step out for a minute while I examine her."
Michael looked at Nyssa a little uncertain.
"You can come back in when I'm done," Sara continued.
"All right," He answered and walked out locking the doors behind him.
He sat on one of the chairs outside and exhale. It was out of his hands now.