Just to let you know I have had to sceduale my writeing and I will only be writeing this fic on Sundays untill further notice. (For whole sceduale look on my profile page)
~Millie
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.
I lye in my cell shakeally drawing in my sketchbook. Suddenly the lights rapidly flickers and I jump up and look out the cell door. "Oooh, he's sparkin' up the grill!" An Inmate yells - they're testing the chair, but I thought Michael did something to postpone it for as long as possible. I look up at Michaels cell to see him leaving for final visitation with his brother. My eyes develop tears and I quickly wipe them away. Avocados snores fill me ears as the lights go off for the night. I quietly sit back down on my bed trying not to wake up the fat ass sleeping on the bed above me with the squeak of the springs. I say a quick prayer under my breath before I lye down to sleep. "Dear Lord. I pray for my friends sake a miracle will happen tonight and spare an innocent mans life. And as for my own life - I pray that fat ass wont break the bed and I wont be squished to death. Amen,"
I lye my eyes wide open not able to sleep. I crawl to the end of my bed just as Officer Bellick reaches it for bed check. "Boss - What time is it?" I whisper. "Twelve o'clock," He growls before continuing on. I begin to count the next minutes - the minute Lincoln is to die. I reach sixty and my head snaps to the only light lit. The light in the little guards post behind the bars from cell block - nothing happens. I wait a few more seconds just encase I counted wrong and still not flickering of the light. Does that mean Lincoln is okay?
I rush out to the yard in the morning and over to Michael, Sucre C-Note, Westmoreland and T-Bag. "Michael - Is Lincoln okay? The lights didn't flicker - what happened?" I ramble. "Lincoln is fine," Michael say happily then continues on from his conversation with the guys - I push my way into it."We're still going out through the infirmary and we're still gonna do it from the guards' room. It's just the in-between that's gonna have to change,"
"Wait a minute, why are you changing the plan, man? We're already through to that room beneath the infirmary. That's all we gotta do is get through that pipe and we're home free," C-Note says sternly.
"There's a reason they replace it with a twelve-inch pipe, Darwin - people can't get through it. The only way we're getting into that infirmary is from beneath. We're gonna have to have to go another way - the psych ward - the only building that shares a sub-surface line with the infirmary,"
"Are you telling me to get to the infirmary we gotta go through the whack shack?" T-Bag asks.
"You'll fit right in," I scowl in his direction. Before T-Bag can say anything Michael continues. "We can go into that hole in the guards' room. About 40 yards up Route 66, there's a grate that'll get us halfway there,"
"And what about the rest of the way?" I ask curiously.
"We gotta do it above ground," Michael replies.
"So it's just a bunch of cons taking a stroll in the middle of the night for all the guards to see?" C-Note says.
"It's suicide,"
"This grate you're talking about - it's hidden, right, partner? The COs can't see it?" Westmoreland asks Michael.
"Not exactly," Michael hums.
"Well, where is it?" C-Note asks.
"You're standing on it," We all look down at the ground to see a grate. "Oh hell no. When we come up out of that ground there, that tower there...that tower there...and that tower behind us is going to see us. We'll be like ducks in a shooting range, you feel me?" C-Note says while gesturing three guard towers.
Before we can continue our conversation about the grate we are called off the to the break room for PI. We are working in the break room when C-Note yells out. "What the hell?" My head snaps is his direction to see that the cement fragments we had hidden in the walks is pouring out a tear.
"Damn, bro. What did you do?" I say just before the door swings open. C-Note quickly steps in front of the hole and Bellick walks in.
"My God, you cons are slower than a spelling bee full of stutterers. You all think you can slow-walk this job, play grab-ass in here? Drag it out for months? Get to work!" He raises his voice and we all begin to work other than C-Note who continues to block the hole. "How about it, eight ball? Get to work,"
"Oh, boss, my leg...it's...fell asleep," C-Note lies.
"You disobeying me, convict?" Bellick growls.
Westmoreland suddenly pushes C-Note away from the wall blocking the hole with his own leg. "Man said get to work!"
"What the hell is your problem, old head!" C-Note questions.
"My problem is young con punks who don't know how things work around here. Construction's a sweet gig. You wanna clean toilets? Be my guest. Otherwise, grab a hammer,"
"Still got some piss and vinegar in those old veins, huh, Charles? I like it," Bellick says before leaving.
"Close one, huh?" Westmoreland chuckles and we all join in. Westmoreland moves his leg and concrete streams out of the hole. "What are we gonna do with this?"
I give one look at Michael and he nods. He and I move the table, roll back the carpet and begin to shovel the fragments back into the hole. The rest of the team joins in and we get it pushed into the hole just before we have to head back to cell block for the night.
With Avocado spending the night in the infirmary due to being shanked by a black inmate in a mess fight I settle into my cell comfortingly for the night. I curl up under the covers and shut my eyes ready to sleep one of the best sleeps I've had in a long time.
I toss and turn in my bed and sit up in a millisecond as screams of agony fill my ears - Michaels screams. I grip my fingers around the cold metal bars off the cell door as COs carry Michael off - out of cell block. I flick my eyes upwards at Sucre who looks scared and a slight bit horrified. "What's wrong," I mouth. "Don't worry about it," He mouths back and lies back down in his bunk. Of coarse I'm going to worry about it! I yell in my head as I sit against the concrete cell wall. No sleeping tonight for me.
My head pounds as I walk up to the infirmary for a Tylenol. Doctor Tancredi hands me the red pill and a Dixie cup of water. I pop is down with a swallow and go to continue on my way when I see Michael lying on his stomach on a bed in an examination room. "Can I go see him?" I ask quickly as I glance back at Doctor Tancredi. She looks in the room then back at me and nods. "You have five minutes," I quickly thank her before heading into the room. "Michael," I say quietly and he pushes up with his arms so he can sit up. "What happened?"
"Don't worry 'bout it," He says then looks at his bandaged shoulder. "Is the doctor watching?"
"Yeah - wait - no She's heading into her office," I reply as I watch Doctor Tancredi answer a phone call."I need you to remove the bandages and take a look at the damage," He says almost in a whisper. I start to remove the bandage and it slowly reveals raw flesh. "Michael - don't panic," I say softly. "What's wrong?" he asks quickly. "The blueprints. Michael - the ones we need to get from the psych ward to the infirmary. Our map out of here. They're gone,"