Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break.
A/N: This is my first fanfic attempt on this series.
Each time Michael walked into the infirmary, Sara's heart smiled. She felt the soft pitter patter of her heartbeat. Even if she had wanted to, there was no way she could have stopped what she felt for him.
Sara wanted him, every inch of him and wondered how it felt to have Michael in her arms. Each night she found herself in bed alone as she hugged and cried on her pillow. Love was complicated. He mattered so much to her, that at times, it frightened her of what she felt for him. If he only knew what he's done to her inside. She wanted more than just being Dr. Sara Tancredi who tended to inmate Michael Scofield. She so wanted to cross that invisible boundary line that was constructed between her and that certain inmate.
He's caught himself at times, wondered about Sara and what was the reason for her being in his life. Michael had taken for granted of the life he'd grown accustomed to. Never in his wildest imagination would he had called a prison cell his home. But, it was. He wanted his freedom, but, just to be by her side was all he'd ever ask for.
She had touched him before in a way that made his heart skip a beat, even if it had been only when she stuck a needle into his arm. He looked at her fingers and thought how perfectly they would have fitted if they were joined together with his. There wasn't a day he hadn't thought about Sara and he would consider himself a lucky man if he woke up each morning with her by his side.
She would had wanted to have wrapped her arms around his shoulders the last time he had been with her. He had wanted to have pressed his body against hers to have felt the warmth of her skin. They locked eyes for several seconds before he turned and headed back to his cell.
"If I could hold you now," she said softly as he walked out the room.
The End
