Sara was speachless. She had to be dreaming, this couldn't possibly be happening. Lincoln, the man who was being hunted by half of the country, the man who had escaped from a maximum security prison with another seven inmates, the man who was the brother of Sara's best dreams and worst nightmares was right in front of her. He seemed so... awful and exhausted. His clothes and his sad look told Sara that they weren't exactly having a good time. She was definitely scared. Not that she thought Lincoln could hurt her or something, she knew he was innocent, but hell, she was scared. She didn't know what he was doing there. She was scared of what was coming. And she was scared because his eyes were terrified and something in her knew that this had to do with Michael.
They stared at each other for what seemed to be decades, when he decided to start.
"Doc...", he finally said, and his voice sounded strange to Sara's ears. Something was very wrong. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have enter your house like this, but...", he stopped, maybe waiting for her to say anything, maybe to be sure that she was listening. But she remained quiet, in shock.
"It's Michael", Lincoln said.
"What happened to him?", she asked quickly, just to realize that she was more worried and desperate than she wanted to be. Than she needed to be. She was supposed to be forgetting about him and this reaction wasn't definitely helping on the letting go process.
"He was shot. By the feds. We were almost caught".
Shot? Michael Scofield had been shot. The information hit her as if she was the one who had a bullet in her body. He had been shot. He was in danger now, she knew it, she could guess. Lincoln would never go to her house in the middle of the night if it wasn't serious. Michael could be dying in that very moment. Sara felt the cold sweat on her hands, her legs were almost giving up and she felt a little dizzy.
"Where?", she asked.
"On his stomach. He's really bad, doc. I wouldn't come after you if...", he started but was interrupted by Sara. "Where is he now?", she asked firmly. She knew she had to do something so she was now forgetting the hurt, the angry, the feeling of being used by him in his plan. She had to maintain control, because he needed her more than ever. Sara couldn't ignore that she had feelings for him. She cared about him, even after everything that he had caused to her. She hated herself for it and she was certain that she would regret this later, but now she was worried. Really worried.
Michael couldn't open his eyes. He had tried a few minutes ago and all he had succeeded to get was a headache. His whole body was aching like hell, but he couldn't remember why. He wasn't thinking straight. All the images on his mind were confused, a mix of childhood memories, old nightmares, his brother, Fox River and... Sara. She was there too. Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last. Her voice was sweet and so was her smile. He felt again her lips on his, while remembering their kiss. God, she was perfect. But he didn't know why these memories where making the pain inside his head grow. Then, he suddenly figured it out. Cups found your girlfriend. Fishbelly white gargling in her own puke. The image of Sara lying unconcious on the floor filled his mind. Her face was sad and pale, her eyes closed, a white liquid was coming out of her mouth. Michael tried to scream, but his voice didn't come out. Then he heard a noise and suddenly he saw her. It wasn't a dream, was it? She was right there, staring at him.