Sara walked down the eerily empty corridors of Fox River Penitentiary on her way up to the infirmary. There were no guards, no inmates, no one. For some reason it didn't bother her. She continued to her office and opened the door.
"Why am I not surprised to find you here?"
"Because I'm always here," Michael replied sitting in his usual chair next to the window. He looked at her and smiled, one she returned.
"You're not supposed to be here Michael."
"Neither are you."
"You should go," she said looking around, but found no one that could see them.
"I'm not leaving without you. I know this place," Michael moved closer to her and grabbed her hand, "No one will find us there. It can just be us." The last part came out a whisper and Sara wanted nothing more than to take Michael up on his offer. Making her brain speak instead of her heart, Sara took a step away from him and sighed.
"We can't do this Michael. You need to go before they find us."
"You can't hide forever Sara."
"Dr. Tancredi? Sara wake up."
Sara opened her eyes and found herself looking at the night nurse. "What's wrong?"
"You were talking in your sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
She nodded and the nurse smiled and left. Waking up in a hospital still felt strange to her. She had worked in one for so long, but Sara didn't like it from the other perspective. The clock on the wall said it was almost 4:30 am. Sara know she should try to go back to bed, but that was when thoughts of Michael Scofield flooded her brain.
He may have escaped from prison, but he could not escape her thoughts. Sara willed herself to put him behind her, but with the constant news reports it was hard. She just prayed that he was hiding somewhere on the other side of the world. Maybe when all this died down she could finally move on.
Right now she just wanted to focus on getting better and getting as far away from Fox River as she could. The many tubes and monitors connected to her were constant reminders that she still had a long way to go until she would be healthy again.
Sara hated it, but there was still a small part of her that wished she had accomplished what she wanted to when she overdosed. Her name had been plastered in the headlines. Now that she was the Vice President's daughter she was put under an even bigger microscope. At first she was blamed for the escape, but she was able to convince Warden Pope that she was after the drugs and it was her addiction that left the door unlocked. Since her name was cleared the media had stopped talking about her and she was thankful.
Once again her thoughts turned to Michael. Sara sighed and shook her head. It was time to go back to bed. She rolled on to her side and her eye caught a glimpse of red. Sitting on the table next to her bed was an origami rose.