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I am escorted down to the yard where I am uncuffed and I run out into the yard and find the fellow future escapes. "Michael!" I holler out as I approach them. He turns from the group holds up his forefinger to get them to stop talking and gives his full attention to me. "What is it babe?"

"The lock - in the infirmary - they changed it. We can't get in," I say trying not to alarm the rest of the group. He takes a deep breath as he rubs his head to calm himself. "Ah - That means I'll need you to swipe the keys from Doctor Tancredi," He says in a hushed tone. "You up for it?"

"Considerate done," I nod and we return to the rest of the group who are eyeing up the guards being led by German Shepherds.

"Dogs. The numerous times I've been apprehended tryin' to allude the authorities, it's always because of the damn dogs," T-Bags growls. "Turns out you can run from just about everything in your life, 'cept your own particular stink,"

"Yeah, well some of us stink more than others," I huff.

"Mona - Mona - Mona," T-Bag repeats to himself. "You can smell like a bouquet of bonbons, but unless you get rid of your smell, you may as well send a note to the police with directions and some cab fare,"

"Theodore's right, man," Abruzzi agrees with him.

"We gotta scrub down our cells. Pillows, sheets, everything. Either get rid of your smell or change it," Michael says.

"Well, how much time we got? " C-Note asks.

"Three days. That's as soon as I can get us into the guards' room for PI," Abruzzi explains.

"Good. So we're good to go," C-Note claps his hands together.

"All we got left is for me to get the key to the infirmary and how we are gonna get Linc out of that box,"

"You can do that in three days?" Sucre asks/

"Three days should be plenty of time," I reply as Westmoreland joins us.

"We gotta get out of here. Now! I don't know how he found it. He just did," He huffs - hiding pain behind ever breath.

"The hole's just sitting there?" Sucre asks panicked like the rest of us.

"I covered it the best I could. But it's just a matter of time before someone discovers Bellick's missing," Westmoreland explains and I look up at him my body feeling weak. Suddenly my mouth becomes dry and my surroundings begin to spin. The words of Michael echo in my ears. "Mona - Mona - You okay?" I feel me legs give way and I fall to the ground. My eyes begin to take long blinks as my head hit's the ground. Black orbs begin to block out my vision as Michael gets down to my level. "Mona! Someone get the doc. MONA!" I here before everything completely blacks out.

I blink my eyes slowly open and close as I try to gain focus in my vision. I turn my head slightly to the side to see that I am in the infirmary. I here the door open - close then lock. Footsteps grow louder as somewhat approaches my bed side. "Mona Clark - it's Doctor Tancredi. Nod if you understand me," I nod my head up and down and take a deep breath. "We have done a few test and have come to the conclusion that your blood sugar levels are low from the lack of intake of food," She says slowly. "So you are going to have to come up here everyday to take vitamin supplements to raise your blood sugar," I nod as I continue to take deep breaths. "You should be able to leave the infirmary back to cell block before night fall," She finishes then leaves.

I scan the room when my eyes flash towards Doctor Tancedis purse. The door opens again and she re-enters. I sit up in the bed and she hands me a Dixie cup of vitamins. "Take these and you can go," I chew them up - swallow and get up from the bed. I take a few steps before I 'loose my balance' and stumble towards the desk where the purse sits. I bump into the desk - the purse falls and I rest my hands on the desk and break. Doc goes for the purse but I put my hand out to stop her. "No - it's my fault I'll get it," I kneel down onto the floor and begin to pick up her items. I glance up to see if she's looking - when she's not I quickly take the room key off the key ring and shove it into my pocket. I pick up everything else put it back in her purse and place it back on the desk. In silence I walk out of the room and am escorted down to the locker room for PI.

I arrive to find that I had missed PI and the guys are getting ready to leave. Sucre throws my PI uniform at me and says "Put your blues on over your PI gear," I nod and begin to strip down behind two locker doors. Once I am wearing my two layers I step out from behind the doors and take a seat on one of the benches. Michael comes and sits down beside me and runs his hand up and down my spine. I lean my head on his shoulder. "You okay babe?" He asks then kisses my head. "Yeah I'll be fine. As long as we get out of here. I got the key -" I say as I reach my hand into my pocket, grab the key and place it in his hand.

We walk single out of the locker room when we are stopped by a CO."I saw some drops of blood on the floor of the PI locker room. Now, who's gonna tell me what's going on?"

I look around the group and notice and uncomfortable look on Westmorland's face. I fallow his arm down to his gut where I can she the slightest bit of a blood stain on his sweater.

"That'd be me, boss. I, uh...I…you know," I lie. Speechless and embarrassed the CO continues on his way. We all do the same. As the others walk in front I fall back to check on Westmoreland. "Are you okay?"

"Okay enough to make it out of here tonight. I swear," He huffs and we split our separate ways.

I walk down to my cell to find Abruzzi spreading fertilizer in our bunks. I look at him blankly and he tosses me a bar of soap. "Get to work on the walks," I get a good grip on the soap and begin to drag it over the course concrete walls. Michael walks by our cell and drops a bag full of liquid into the cell. I walk over to it and pick it up. "What are we supposed to do with this?" Abruzzi huffs.

"I think I got the idea," I say as I dump it into the toilet. "Get out our PI blues," I say and he chucks them at me. I shove the jumpsuits into the toilet and make sure they are full submerged into the water. "What are you doing!" Abruzzi huffs.

"We gotta get into Psych Ward tonight to access the pipes. A bunch of cons wearing their prison blues would stick out like a sore thumb. But the inmates in the Psych Ward all wear...White - the peroxide acts as a bleach," I explain quietly. "Just a few hours now. Looks like we got everything we need," I sigh in relif as I take a seat on the floor.

"It's working," Abruzzi says about ten minutes later in disbelief.

"All right, get 'em out and get 'em dry. We gotta get 'em on under our clothes before tier time which is in... forty-five minutes," I say and Abruzzi listens. "You think everyone else will be ready?" He huffs.

"We don't have a choice. Ready or not we have to get out of here,"