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John: I've got him!

(mob guys come into the living room)

Peter: Shit...He looks dead.

John: (picks T-Bag up)

Luca: Is he dead?

John: Not yet...You two get the car started!

(mob guys leave)

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T-Bag's P.O.V:

Am I moving? Why am I moving? I'm not even conscience...Am I? Damn, this can't be good. I ain't even gonna risk opening my eyes...Maybe I should?

Nuhuh! Ab-so-lute-ly not! You wake up, you die.
... ... ...From what I am feeling at this particular moment. I am being carried...By Bellick?!! EEEEEW!! But wait...It sure doesn't smell like Bellick..Nor does it feel like Bellick. I'm probably wrong. Head's been a little wacked lately. Okay, back to the carrying. Why is Bellick carrying me? Wouldn't he just rather drag my ass? A voice? I can hear voices...More than one? Crap.

'Not yet...You two get the car started!'

I know that voice...I can't remember... ...Russian? Swedish accent? Hint o' Italian floating around in there maybe? Okay, that is definitely not Bellick.

This is seriously gonna piss me off. Why is it so damn familiar?! I've heard it! Now I know I've heard it before... ... ...Why can't I remember damnit?! OWW! That hurt. Whoever the hell is carrying me has to watch the hand...I swear to God, I am gonna kill the son of a bitch when I wake up ... ...properly, that is...This is getting weird...I am in a car now. Most definitely a car. The smell of the leather interior and the humming of the engine is unmistakeable...AND what the hell am I resting on? THAT'S IT!

(opens eyes)

(sees John Abruzzi staring down on me)

I must be in hell.

(falls back into unconsciousness)

... ...

Luca and Peter where seated in the front of the car awaiting orders, while John was in the back trying to support T-Bag's head with as little contact as possible. He then pulled out his cell phone and searched for the desired number.

(((Phone rings)))

(waits)

(on phone)

Michael: John?

Abruzzi: Got him.

Michael: He's alive?

Abruzzi: Just...Where do you want him?

Michael: What!? John, he has to stay with you!

Abruzzi: Are you kidding me?! I've done what you've asked me to do! When you called me you did not mention that he had to stay!! This is NOT what we agreed!!

Michael: What would you rather do, huh, John!? Leave him on the street?!

Abruzzi: You want him, you take him!

Michael: I can't! Not yet! Mahone is-

Abruzzi: There is no way that I am taking him in, Fish... ...I'm not.

Michael: ... ...How bad?

Abruzzi: What?

Michael: How bad is he?

Abruzzi: …(looks down on T-Bag)... ...He's been better.

Michael: HOW BAD,JOHN?!

Abruzzi: I don't know!! Bad!!

Michael: You need to get him some help!

Abruzzi: Okay, yeah, and what if I do, then what?

Michael: We'll come to that later...just...get help!

(hangs up)

Abruzzi: Bastard.

Peter: Where do you want us to go?

Abruzzi: To the house.

Peter: The safe house?

Abruzzi: Where else?

Peter: You got it…(drives)

Luca: You don't want us to take him to Andrea?

Abruzzi: No, Andréa will have to come to us.

Peter: Boss... ...just leave it to us. We'll sort it out for ya.

Abruzzi: And you'll what? Dump him on the sidewalk?

Luca: Whatever it takes, Boss.

Abruzzi: No.

Peter: But, I thought you said to Scofield that-

Abruzzi: Do you want to keep your tongue?!

Peter: Sorry, Boss.

Abruzzi: Just shut up and drive…(feels for T-Bag's pulse)...Fast!

... ...

The mob boss reluctantly placed two fingers on Bagwell's neck in search for a pulse. It didn't occur to him to check for one previously in the house; he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to think to do anything else other than battle with his conscience.
As he touched the man he couldn't help but cringe. This was the very last thing that he wanted to be doing. But when he brushed over the bruised, exposed skin, he felt a sudden pang of sympathy hit his chest as the coldness of his nemesis' battered and weakened body came into contact with the warmth of his. A slight but yet dying beat was all he could feel.

'Fast!'