Ok I was thinking how to end this story, and suddenly it came into my head. I have to admit that this finale was inspired by the story DDG wrote named 'She'. T-Bag is dangerous … oh! Yeah.
I hope you like what you read and please write a comment… (even if you don't like it).
I apologize for any grammar error you can find. Damn! It is not even three years that I started to write in English… but it's funnier than my own language.
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The ambulance turned around the corner and the aircraft appeared in front of fugitive team. It was a small plain but it was enough to reach Mexican frontier. Michael's plan changed a little and Panama was no longer the best place to hide.
As the ambulance arrived to the hangar, the back door opened up and the false nurses lowered carrying the wounded mob boss. Sara could not abandon her doctor role. She had given specials indications and an improvised infirmary had been install in the bottom of the shed. A single curtain isolated the infirmary of the rest of the warehouse.
Once everybody had descended, Abruzzy's men took the vehicle away. It had to disappear quick as possible.
"Everything is ready," Lincoln murmured on Michael's ear. "I can't believe it almost is over…"
Michaels didn't reply. He couldn't believe it either. For a hundred time he looked at his watch. Fernando had one hour to convince Mari-Cruz to come with him, Charles was waiting inside the plain and C-note had falsified his return from Iraq so he probably would be spending time with his family right now. Veronica and LJ were coming and his older brother was eagerly waiting for them.
"Yeah" He muttered loud, "everything is ready..." On the other hand, he had to do something still. He had not spoken with the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Lincoln elbowed him. "Come on man. Talk to her." Michael cursed himself, was he so obvious? His brother smirked. "You eat her with your eyes every time you look at her." He pushed his brother holding a laugh. "Come on!" He commanded. "Talk to her right now!"
Automatically he headed to the improvised sickbay. They both were adults and the time to end the silly game they were playing had arrived. Linc was right he had to speak with her openly.
His hand tossed aside the curtain-door then he froze.
Standing beside John's bed, he saw T-bag struggling with the mob boss. Theodore's hand held a bloody knife. The red fluid slipped all over his sleeve. Michael's eyes followed the drop's road to the floor.
A scream got jammed into his throat.
On the ground, the motionless Sara's body was laying. Her life was running away as a red blood river sprang from the wound on her slender and frail neck. Her terrified and lifeless gaze seemed to ask him, why?
Two endless minutes took him to react. He could not detach eyes from her. His eyes filled with red angered tears and his soul with hatred. The irrational hatred drove him and guided his hand to T-bag's neck.
He had never hurt anybody. He had never felt the impulse to kill somebody, up till now.
His fingers crowded together on T-Bag's throat and squeezed it hard. All of his body replied to one command, to kill that bastard and nothing could stop him now. Theodore stabbed his chest frantically but Michael never loosened his grip. His fingertips perceived the odd sound of T-bag's bone cracking. Then everything around Michael was gobbled by the darkness and the sound lowered its volume until it vanished.
Silence and darkness surrounded him but suddenly he heard her voice calling him. "Michael."
He wanted to move, to follow her voice but he could not. "Michael, do you hear me?"
"Yes" He answered. There was no word to explain the happiness he felt listening her voice. "Sara?" He whispered. Even he wasn't able to see her face he was sure she was smiling at him right now. "Do we died and reach heaven?"
She laughed making his heart jumped with joy. "No Michael. No one died. You are a little mangled by the accident but nothing serious."
Accident? What accident?
"Where am I?"
"At Fox River infirmary…"
He startled. "Lincoln…"
"Don't worry. He is fine." she checked his eyes and the lantern light hit his pupils made him blink. "You had been hurt during a fight Michael. Someone hit your head and you fainted. You were unconscious for more than two minutes."
"Two minutes?" He repeated. He grabbed her hand. "Linc… my brother is alive." She sighed nodding. "How many days remain for his execution?"
"Two…" She bitterly answered.
"I still have time…" Hearing his relived words, she cocked her head watching him but did not say anything.
He was smiling at her. She was alive.
He closed his eyes resting his head on the pillow. He held her hand into his.
She was there with him. He was inside River Fox but his brother was alive and he had two more days.
He had a schedule to complete. His plan was still on the move.
However, he would enjoy this stolen minutes with her by his side.
The end… (fin)
