So if you've been with me since the beginning you know that I've been raving about this bomb that I said I would drop on you. Well it explodes in this chapter. Your either going to loathe me for it or love me for it. One way or another tell me what you think.
R&R most of all enjoy!
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Michael Scofield was making his way down a long white hallway of the hospital. In front of him two prison guards, behind him two prison guards. His hands in handcuffs, wearing his prison attire with a navy blue jacket wraped around him.
The warden had arranged a visitation. In the early hours of the morning Michael was to be escorted to the hospital where Nyssa Burrows was being treated. The sun wasn't even up yet. Pope figured this was the best time for a visitation, the other patients were probably still asleap. Visitation didn't start untill nine am.
Michael was standing behind the doors that lead to Nyssa's room.
One of the guards steped inside the patients room and examined everything.
Another guard let Michael inside. The guards examined the room one more time before stepping outside and close the door behind them.
Michael Scofield looked at the woman laying on the bed.
Her eyes were close, he gently sat down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to disturb her.
He was accountable for putting her in this situation. If she wasn't there at the time, waiting for him and Lincoln she would never have ended up in the hospial. He had involved her, he was responsible for this.
She shifted in the bed, her eyes fluttered opened and scaned the room,. They landed on the man sitting in front of her.
Michael was staring back at her smiling
Nyssa shifted up in bed, ad sat up.
" What are you doing here?" She asked astonished that he was here with her. She was about to ask what happened with the escape, but noticed he was still wearing his prison clothes. Obviously, the escape plan must have be foiled. Was it her fault? Because she wasn't there to pick them up?
" I wanted to check in on you. See how you were doing." Michael stated.
" It looks worse then it is." She answered.
Nyssa's eyes held Michael's for seconds before they scaned the room and landed on a folder next to her bed.
"I'm so sorry for what happened. You would never have ended up in here if it wasn't for me." Michael stated.
She gazed back at Michael.
The only thought running through Nyssa's mind was how could he have done this to her.
" Every plan has a flaw, and in this cases it was me." Nyssa answered cryptically.
Something in her eyes changes.
Michael noticed it.
" I wouldn't worry, it will all work out. I have faith." Michael stated trying to stear the conversation in a possitive direction.
Lincoln was hours away from being executed, he needed to do something in the next thirty something hours or all of this will be for nothing. LJ was a presumed fugitive, and now Nyssa in the hospital. Did he have faith?
Nyssa smirked, looked down and back up at Michael.
" How long did you think you coul keep this up?" She asked unsympathetically.
" What? What are you…" Michael asked confused.
"You can drop the act. I know the truth." Nyssa stated anger build up in her.
" I don't know what you'r talking about." Michael stated staring at her with confussion.
Nyssa blinked and inhaled, and this time glared back at him.
" You don't know what I'm talking about? That's a load of crap and you know it." she exclaimed louder.
Michael was taken back.
" I can't believe you would do…" She cut her sentenced short and fixed stared at the man in front of her.
" I't talking about the fact that I'm not really your sister or related to you and Lincoln in any way. Does that ring any bells?" She cried out.