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Michael walked back to his cell, P.I. was done for the day. When Sara came back she took all of necessary info from Nyssa. She didn't seam shock to learn that Michael and Lincoln had a sister, maybe she was just concealing it.
Her hypothesis was that Nyssa might be allergic to something in the prison, maybe even inside the walls. Sara said that the blood test would probably prove that. You don't know the half of it, Michael thought.
Sucre was sitting in the top bunk staring of into space. Prison industries was pure torture today, he was sick of all the constant comments. It didn't help much that Maricruse showed up telling him she was pregnant with his kid, but was probably marrying Hector. I need to be out of here today, he thought.
C-Note's comment were still fresh in his head, maybe he was expendable. One of them had to go, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me, he thought. One way or another I'm getting out.
Fernando Sucre snapped back to reality when he heard Michael removing the screws from the small water fountain.
Sucre jumped of the bed.
" Put the sheets up" Michael stated.
Sucre just shook his head, but did what he was told.
" Where you going?" he asked.
" I have to finish up something. I should be back in ten."
"Fish you want to tell me why Abruzzi know the time?" Sucre finally asked.
"He's arranging the transportation. He needs to know…"
" What about me huh? Don't I get any heads up? "
Michael stared back at his cellie. Here they were back at square one, Sucre wanting to know more info on the escape plan.
" Why would you want to be responsible for knowing information that can be potentially damaging if we get caught?" Michael asked looking at his cell mate.
Both paused for seconds staring each other down.
" Trust me," Michael said putting his hand on Fernando's shoulder.
Sucre didn't even pause to consider the statement.
'Yeah, sure," He answered automatically.
Michael turned and disappeared, Sucre got up and covered the hole.
I'm not getting left behind, hell no.
There's go to be something here, he thought.
He got up from the bed and started rummaging through the stuff that Michael had in the cell. Some books, and pictures. He flipped through the books hoping to find something written in them, a clue, anything that would lead him to Michaels plan. There was nothing there. No papers or clues about how they were getting out. He threw the picture and books on the bed.
In frustration he kicked the bed, the pictures scared along the mattress.
He had nothing better to do so Sucre picked each one of them examining them carefully.
One was of two dark haired kids, probably Michael and Lincoln when they were younger.
Another of Lincoln holding a young boy in his laps, most likely Linc's kid.
Sucre looked at the last one. It was Michael in a suit in some type of hall. His arm wrapped around a dark haired blond with blue eyes. She was wearing graduation robes and smiling back at the person who was talking the picture.
He examined at the picture more closely as her features came into focus.
That face.
Those eyes.
Sucre's eyes widened.
" It can't be her?" he told himself.
He had seen her before.
He remembered those eyes.
The last time he saw them they were frightened and distraught.
Nyssa was driving to the near by hospital. Her prescription needed to be refilled and the doctor wanted her to come in for a physical. The hospital got word of the fact that she collapsed while in Fox River. Her doctor was concerned that they might have to up her prescription.
While on the phone with him, Nyssa didn't divulge the fact that she didn't take her prescription for the last couple of days. It was the only way she could insure that she would end up in the infirmary with Dr. Tancredi.
Michael knew that she was severely allergic to mold. From his knowledge of the prison layout he was sure that there was huge amounts of mold everywhere, some even toxic.
Him researched every hypothesis of what could happen to Nyssa if she was in a facility that contained mold, and was of her prescription pills for a minimum of three days.
She was bound to collapse after inhaling the air of a room that contained mold.
That was exactly what happened.
They were talking and she started feeling lightheaded, both her and Michael knew what was coming. He legs buckled under her. She held on to Michael and felt herself falling, she tried to stand but she was losing all control over her body. The last things she remembered was the beating of Michael's heart as her head rested on his chest.
When she opened her eyes, a guard was speaking to her. Telling her she should head up to the infirmary, that he would escort her to Dr. Tancredi so she could check her out.
Now driving to the hospital, Nyssa hoped that everything else planed would work out as smooth as this part did.