Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break. I own none of the following characters: Theodore Bagwell, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, or David Apolskis. I have no affiliation with Prison Break and don't own any of its contents. I also have no rights to the name James Bond.
A/N: Okay, as always if you missed Chapter 13, I'd really go back and read it before proceeding any further. So I hope y'all enjoy this chapter and please review when you're done reading it! ENJOY!
----------Utah State Hospital-------- (2 days later) ------------------
"Sara? Sara? Sara? Can you here me. I'm Dr. Covington. Do you have any idea where you are?" A slender brunette doctor asked Sara waving her hand just above Sara's face. "Sara? Sara?"
Sara slowly opened her left eye so that she was able to see the doctor in front of her. Through her rather blurred vision, she could see the doctor's rather short length hair and silver rimmed glasses on top of her nose. She began opening her right eye so that both eyes were open yet blurry. Sara began blinking her eyes uncontrollably, attempting to fix her intense blurred vision.
"Sara, I need you to calm down for a moment. Do you have any idea where you are?" The doctor asked checking her I.V. bag for fluids.
"…Where…Where…Where am I?" Dr. Tancredi asked waving her own hand in front of her face that created a small gust of wind directly in her already painful eyes.
"Sara, you're in the hospital. Do you remember anything about the vehicle accident?" A beach blonde nurse asked Sara fluffing her pillows behind her head.
"What car crash?" Sara asked innocently, looking into the eyes of the hospital staff for answers.
"You were in an accident with a semi. Do you remember where you were heading?" The doctor asked Sara, recording some information onto Sara's chart.
"I was…I was…" The brunette paused for a second attempting to remember what she had done earlier that day.
…What was I doing earlier? I remember seeing Michael…and Linc…where was I going? Michael said something about going somewhere with someone. That's great Sara, good job. Wait! Is that…no…my leg…it's…no…I can't move it. Come on Sara, just move your leg. Oh my gosh, come on brain…move my right leg. Hurry up…
"I can't move my leg!" Sara screamed focusing so hard on her leg that the veins in her head began popping out and her face turned completely red.
"Calm down Sara, we had to put you under anesthesia to perform an operation on your leg last night. It turns out you fractured your knee cap and was in desperate need of a knee replacement. With proper rehabilitation you should have full use of your knee in a week or so…" Dr. Covington informed Sara, smiling at Sara's complete innocence. "So, do you remember where you were heading? The police will be here soon to ask you a few questions."
"How do you know my name?" Sara asked looking from the blonde nurse back to Dr. Covington.
"We looked in your pocket and found a crane entitled to Sara so we figured that was your name." The preppy nurse said handing the paper crane to the brunette patient.
Sara held the crane inside her small shaky hands, reading her name on the side of the white bird. A small tear gathered in her left eye as it began rolling down the side of her cheek. The nurse noticed the tear and handed Sara a tissue. Dr. Covington smiled toward Sara and left the hospital rooming leaving only Sara and the nurse.
"Well, my name is Amy Sanders and I'll be the head nurse for the night shift this evening. Just give me a buzz if you need anything. The emergency button is on the side of your bed and the nurse pager is on the table beside you. Have a good evening." Amy said pouring another glass of water in Sara's cup and leaving the room.
…Michael…I wonder where he is now? He is probably in Baja, Mexico staying in twenty dollar hotels, drinking fifty-cent beer. He's probably sitting in a hammock on the beach drinking twenty-five cent beers at happy hour admiring the many beautiful women of Mexico. To think I could have been the woman wrapped around his beautiful arms…Damn it Sara…
Sara's facial expression said everything. Her eyes were practically in an ocean of tears overwhelmed by the thought of Michael finding another woman. The hands of the young brunette began shaking uncontrollably at the thought of Michael forgetting about the moments they spent together. Her hospital room looked merely the same as the one in Chicago. There was a recliner by the window, a small hospital bed and two dark eyes full of tears at the thought of Michael. The phone began to ring beside her bed. Sara raised her body up so that now she was sitting up to face the window. She slowly grabbed her silver flip phone and held it up to her right ear.
"Hello?" She stuttered trying to control the shaking of her left hand.
"Sara? Where are you?" Michael asked in a questionable voice. It was a mix between mere happiness and depression.
"Yeah…Where…where…where are…you?"
"Are you okay Sara?" The convict asked running a single hand across his bald head.
"Yeah…where…are…are…you?" She asked attempting to control her body's sudden movements.
"I'm in Texas, about to cross the border…are you completely sure you're okay? Where are you now?" Scofield asked looking over at Tweener who was being contained by Lincoln against the Camry.
"I'm still in Utah…" Dr. Tancredi informed Michael as her body came to standstill after all the shaking.
"I thought you were going to Chicago?" He asked confused as to why she changed her plans so suddenly.
"I'm…I meant I'm…" Sara paused and looked out the window as she watched the sunshine enter the dark hospital room. "I'm in the hospital." She blurted out relieved that she told Michael.
"What?" Michael shouted drawing everyone's attention toward him. Scofield motioned for them to go away and they did so. He looked up at the sky then back down at his shoes. "Are you okay?" The convict asked almost in tears.
"Are you crying?" She asked with a feint giggle in her questioning.
"No." He said sternly wiping the tear from his eye as he looked across the oil rigs in the hot Texas sun. "I'm coming to get you."
"No, I'm fine…I can't risk you getting caught just to see me. I'll call you as soon as I'm out and let you know what is going on. Don't come here." Sara said in a firm voice sipping a small mouthful of water.
"I have to Sara; I told you…I'm not letting you slip away…" Scofield informed the young brunette shutting his cell phone and getting back inside the Camry.
Sara placed her cell phone on the small nightstand beside her small hospital bed. She noticed a policeman walk into her, plopping his body in a seat next to her bed. The officer was a handsome young officer with James Bond hair and a movie star smile. Sara's jaws dropped as the young officer looked deep into her eyes as he grabbed a pad and pen out of his pocket and opened it to the correct page.
"Hi Sara, I'm Officer Benjamin with the Salt Lake City police department. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the accident two days ago." The young officer asked Sara as he gave her a cute southern smile.
…you can ask me anything you want young man. Wait! Sara, you can't do that. Well then again, you're not committed to anything…there are no strings attached. With arms like that…what woman in their right mind wouldn't want him…?
"Sure." Sara said looking over at the officer as he began taking down notes.
"Where were you headin' two days ago when you entered the taxi?" He drawled continuing to smile at Sara.
"I was going to see a friend in California. She was a friend from high school that I haven't seen in years." Dr. Tancredi lied, trying to cover up the fact she was flying back to see her father, the governor.
"Alright, could you tell me who you saw earlier that day?" Officer Benjamin asked.
…Michael…no…I can't say that. Shit, what do I say…? Wow, he has really nice arms. God damn it Sara, stay on track…
"It was only me; I didn't see or talk to anyone that day."
"Okay, well…have you spoken to your boyfriend yet?" He asked moving in closer to the young brunette.
…no…yes…sort of…define boyfriend and I'll tell you for sure…
"No."
"Are you saying no as in you don't have one or no as in you haven't talked to him?"
"No as in…" Sara contemplated on the response she was about to tell the officer. "As in I don't have one."
"Would you like to go and get something to eat when you're well?" The officer asked handing Sara a small folded piece of paper. "Just call that number if you want to. Well, I think that's it ma'am. I'll be in tomorrow to check on you baby girl." Officer Benjamin said tipping his police hat at the young doctor.
Sara watched the officer walk by as she slipped the small piece of paper in her purse beside the bed. Turning her entire body on her side, she began looking out the window as the sun began to set over the Utah city. A single small tear rolled down her face.
-------------Fort Worth, Texas-------- (same day) --------------
"What do you want Tweener?" Lincoln asked slamming the young man against the car as Michael and LJ watched him from the opposite side of the vehicle.
"I just want a share of the money. I helped you get out of Fox River man. I deserve a cut. And I know about you guys burying T-bag…" Tweener stuttered attempting to lift Lincoln's strong grip around his neck away from his small frame.
"What do you want?" Michael asked looking at Tweener with his 'serious face'. His eyebrows were slanted and his eyes were staring down at the young man.
"Five grand and across the Mexican border." Tweener said as Linc eased up on the grip around his neck.
"How come he gets a share and I don't?" LJ asked his father as he slapped him upside the head as he always did. "I'm going to have to start wearing a football helmet."
"If you're going to do that make it the Miami Dolphins." Tweener suggested trying to get the group to laugh but by the looks on the brother's faces there was no time for play.
"We'll credit $2,500 dollars into your account and no trip to Mexico…that is final…" Michael reassured Tweener as Linc let go of the young man and stretched out his arms.
"That ain't fair." Tweener said walking in front of Michael, planting his feet directly in front of the tattooed man.
Michael admired Tweener's courage as he reached in his pocket for his hand gun. He pulled out the bullets and began loading them in the chamber of the gun. The look on Tweener's face grew worried as he ducked behind the opposite side of the Camry with his fingers in his ears and his eyes completely shut.
"Don't' shoot the boy." Burrows said grabbing the gun away from Michael and putting the safety on as he dropped it inside his front pocket. "We can come up with a deal here, or we can just leave him on the side of the road for the alligator's to eat."
"There are no alligator's in Texas." LJ corrected his father with a smirk on his face.
"Fine, so the buzzards don't pick you clean." Linc said in a raspy southern voice as he punched LJ in the arm leaving a small bruise.
"What the hell was that for?" LJ asked rubbing his freshly found bruise.
"What did I say about saying that word?" Lincoln asked hitting LJ upside the head once more.
"What about me dudes?" Tweener asked as the two brothers looked up at the young man and smiled.
"Alright, we'll give you two thousand dollars and a ride to the border. Now get in the car or you can become buzzard food." Michael said plopping into the driver's seat and started the car.
Tweener, LJ, and Burrows got in the Camry and buckled their seat belts as they did so. Michael placed the car in drive and began driving down the road. Shortly after they left Michael spotted an old rest stop at the side of the road. He pulled the car into a small parking space and put it in park.
"Alright we're stopping for ten minutes. Go do what you need to do and meet me here at ten after." Michael announced walking toward the smoking area of the rest stop. He lit up a cigarette and began taking in small puffs of smoke then exhaling them in a circle pattern.
"I didn't know you smoked?" Linc pointed out lighting another cigarette for himself.
"I didn't know either." He admitted taking in another small puff of smoke from his lit cigarette.
"Have you talked to Sara lately?" Burrows asked just realizing that it was a sore subject for Michael as he watched his little brother's face drop.
"Yes, this morning. I need you to do something for me. I have to get up there to her and save her. Linc, she is the woman. She is the woman I want in my life. I want you to take Tweener and LJ to a hotel nearby and wait for me. I'll hitch hike my way there and be back in a few days time." Scofield said dropping his cigarette on the ground to put out the flame.
"You're going to hitch hike your way to Chicago?"
"No."
"Are we talking about the same Sara?" Linc asked confused.
"She is still in Utah…" Michael said walking beside his brother to the Camry.
Michael watched his brother load everyone in the car and drive away, entering the high way once again. Scofield walked over to the side of the high way and lifted up his right thumb facing the street. He began walking down the hallway until an old beat up Chevy truck stopped in front of him. Michael jumped into the bed of the truck and planted himself near the back window as he leaned up against the truck.
"Where ya headed?" The southern man asked turning back onto the highway.
"Salt Lake City."
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A/N: Alright, as you may have already guessed the James Bond thing is an inside joke I had to add to my book today. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter and reviewed it. I do enjoy a good review now and then. Well, off to work on chapter 15!