Chapter eight
Katt glanced into the darkness, only Female CO's were to tend to her. Katt moved around the cot, her eyes glancing around the cell, she knew that Lincoln's execution was postponed. Katt didn't know what to say to him, but one day she could hear screaming, it was low at first but got louder as it got closer.
Lincoln was quick to know who the screaming was, he rushed to the door hearing his brother's voice, it pained him, but what was Michael doing here.
Katt quickly moved closer to the door, she couldn't understand, but since she was put here she didn't know what was going on.
"Michael!" Lincoln called from his cell, but Michael was being man handled into a cell, the door slammed behind him.
Michael felt the darkness closing in on him; he felt his chest tighten in, his heart pounded harder against his ribs.
"MICHAEL!" Lincoln yelled again looking around in the darkness, being in the dark that long his eyes had already adjusted. When his brother didn't speak to him be began to panic he moved along the floor to the drain pipe he and Katt spoke into. "MICHAEL!" Lincoln yelled again.
It echoed into the cell Michael was laying face down in.
"Scofield what are you doing in here?" Katt listened to Lincoln freaking out. She didn't understand any of what was going on. She felt isolated but not enough to crack up. Eight months in the SHU? No problem...
Michael murmured something lowly. It echoed like a murmur. His voice echoed enough for Lincoln to know the fear in his brother' voice.
"Michael, you got to keep a cool head, this place is build to break you, but don't let It." his voice cool, but Katt could tell Lincoln was scared for his brother.
Michael was looking to the ground he had to remember the Patten, he needed to remember it or all else his plan is doomed to failure.
Katt placed her face close to the drain, her breath hard, "Michael, listen to Lincoln, don't let it get you down!" she tried to sound positive, but in the end this was a make or break deal.
Lincoln went silent waiting to hear anything in Michael's cell, Katt also quite listening to Michael's frustration tearing of material and grunted in frustration words muttering.
"I put my blood into this…" Michael whispered, but Katt was confused.
Lincoln placed his hand to the Drain, "What? What did you say?" he asked looking confused, so was Katt on the other side of Michael.
"I put my blood into this…" he whispered again holding his fist tight he thrust it into the wall pounding it hard, bring the fist back he did it again and again.
In the infirmary, Emma was signing over papers like usual.
Her mind kept looking out the window to the yard then back to the papers. Her eyes were getting sore from all these reading. Maybe it was time to bring the glasses out ... She hand reached for her desk drawer but she froze hearing a lot of scuffling and noise in the hall way. "Nurse Emma!" C.O. Patterson said quickly. "We need you in Solitary NOW!" His voice had panic, confusion and worry. Emma swallowed quickly. First thing she thought about was Lincoln, then Katt ... Then Michael - Michael's whose brain was not as broken and strong as Katt or Lincoln's ... She stood up quickly. Where was Sara? Lunch Break? Dinner? Emma couldn't even remember what time it was at the moment grabbing a medical bag she followed Patterson down to the SHU quickly. "MICHAEL?!" Lincoln was yelling as loud as possible from his cell. "PICKLE!" Katt yelled as well. Emma could hear it;
"MICHAEL!", "PICKLE!", "MICHAEL?!", "PICKLE!!!"
Fernando who was brought into the SHU moments before was banging on the wall, Emma couldn't think straight with all the loud voices, but when the cell was open she rushed to Michael's side, her hands holding him closer when it hit her why he recognized her, they went to the same shrink, how did she not remember. Emma kneeled beside Michael, her hand touching his; he was bleeding as his body curled into hers. Emma glanced from Michael to the blood on the wall.
Katt felt scared, the quiet was deafening her, Lincoln on the other hand was pacing the cell, he wanted answers.
Fernando was quiet listing to the sound of silence; he could hear Emma soothing Michael.
Emma reached into her kit, cleaning his hand she brushed a hand over his head, "Oh Michael, poor Michael…" her voice a soft carefully whispered wrapping the bandage around his hand, her hand lightly rubbing up and down his spine.
Lincoln kicked his side of the dark moist brick. He didn't want answers anymore. He needed answers! Before he snapped, He turned banging on his cell door. "Hey! BOSS!" He yelled he felt like no matter how much he yelled no one could hear him.
Michael was staring off into nothing, for once this was the only time his brain wasn't thinking.
Emma patted his back softly, bandaging his hand slowly and carefully. Before she knew she'd have to admit him into Physic Ward.
Katt pulled her knees into her chest staying silent. She was worried about ... Pickle.
Emma walked with Michael pasted Lincoln Cell, he could hear her combat boots on the floor, "Emma, please tell me what's going on?" His voice a desperate plea, Emma glanced behind herself, she felt her heart tense up before taking a deep breath, "I'll come back and tell you ASAP…" Her words soft, but Katt heard them as well curling up tighter in herself, she was never worried about anyone else wellbeing before this, but she cared now, and was scared.
Michael walked forward on auto pilot, Emma walked behind him feeling her hand carefully guiding him, she felt like her heart was breaking for him, she didn't know what would make Michael so scared he would do this to himself, but then she wasn't one to judge, she knew she had her fears too.
Sara walked into the hall way when she saw Emma with Michael, her eyes widen as she rushed towards them.
Emma almost thought Sara was going to run into Michael and herself but Sara stopped.
"What happened?!??!" She questioned quickly looking from Michael to Emma, Emma to Michael, back and forth in that order over and over.
Michael was staring past Sara his eyes were unfocused. Who was he?
"Mental break down; Sara I need to get him to Physic Ward okay." Emma said.
"I'll TAKE HIM!" Sara snapped finally. She took Michael away from Emma putting both her arms around him she was staring at him. Michael just walked.
Emma wasn't stupid; she knew something was going on.
She turned on her boot heel and walked back toward the cells.
Lincoln was still hitting his cell only slowly and more hopeless.
Fernando was just leaning against his cell door biting his lip.
"Pickle..." Katt had curled herself so tight she had fallen over - still curled.
Emma got to the SHU again, but her eyes glanced over to Patterson, his nodded without having her to say, she was here to let Lincoln know about his brother. Patterson knew it wasn't aloud, but he was the only CO with enough heart to know that it was wrong to keep the guy in the dark.
Emma walked into the cell; she didn't like the dark, all the things that scared her lay in what she couldn't see. Lincoln who's eyes knew the darkness well. "Emma, please tell me what's going on?" His voice in the darkness made it easier for Emma to walk into the cell more.
"He suffered a psychotic episode, his going to be ok, something in the cell set him off." Emma pursed feeling Lincoln had moved in the dark, he was standing in front of him she could feel his breath on her face, her face glanced up feeling her hands tremble trying to remember her words.
Katt had moved to the drain, she listened to the conversation feeling sick, but then her hand tighten over her mouth to keep quiet.
Fernando was doing the same, he couldn't not know what was happening to Michael, he was now like a brother to him.
"Is he going to be ok?" Lincoln asked, his hands brushed up her arms, Emma could feel her heart pounding harder on her chest, his voice sending shivers through her, Lincoln didn't want to let her go, his mind still remember how it felt to be a part of her, the taste of her skin.
"His going to be fine…" Emma swallowed hard; she didn't know that she had an audience.
"Emma, I want to know something, about when we…" He pursed, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark could make out the outlines of his face, "When we had sex, did you regret it?" His was voice low.
Katt held a hand over her mouth, but the Fernando moved closer to the drain thinking to himself, now this is interesting.
Fernando was a soap opera junkie; Thanks to Maricruz. His face was pressed against the pipe it was imprint and make him look retarded but no one was going to see that.
Emma felt her heart rate speed up to an unhealthy amount of beats per minute.
Lincoln watched her face in the darkness he could picture it now, shocked from his question but he needed to know. He'd been pining for so long about it. It meant so much to him; more then a quick fuck before dying...
"No..." Emma said her breath was lightly.
"No?" Lincoln's eyes were staring at her figure.
"No - I did not regret having sex with you; Lincoln Burrows." She stated and nodded to reprove her point.
"Emma." Lincoln started but paused.
Emma was quick to regain a pose, brushing a hand over her face. "I need to get back to my office." She said quickly. Turning to leave everything happened in slow motion to her as Lincoln reached out grabbing her. He pulled her close to him, his lips finding hers with ease in the darkness kissing her...
Emma ran her fingers up his back, she hated this cycle that had started, he was like a drug to her, every touch made it much worse to let go, Emma felt his hands rough holding her tightly on him, she could feel all of him, she moaned lightly feeling his hands explore the curves of her back, her eyes closed letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth, but it couldn't carry on as she pulled away from him breathless.
"I love you…" She whispered the words, for the first time in a lot time, she said the words and meant them, but it was the silence that followed that made her scared.
Katt was still, she knew Emma loved her, but never really heard he say them out loud, it was a moment Katt help her breathe, she kept thinking, hoping Lincoln would say it too, but the silence was deafening as Katt could hear the cell door open, then close.
Fernando was at the point of pushing his face completely in the drain.
"Man you blew it!" Fernando called into the drain in frustration.
"What? Have you been listening?! You ... you!" Lincoln was by the drain pipe stunned.
"Asshat?" Katt suggested.
"ASSHAT!" Lincoln said.
Fernando rubbed his forehead. "Dude! A girl just confessed her love to you! and you didn't say anything what kind of man is that?!" Fernando was annoyed.
"Shut up Fernando! You don't understand!" He snapped. "I'm going to die! I don't get a happy ending here. Falling in LOVE wasn't part of the plan!" Lincoln snapped.
"You just killed her Lincoln." Katt spoke.
"Go away Katt." Lincoln rested his head against the wall.
"Dude! I could slap you right now!" Fernando spit into the drain.
"Just SHUT UP!" Lincoln looked dangerously cross.
"You could have explained that Lincoln! To her." Katt stated.
"Explain; Oh hey! I love you! But I'm going to die so I don't want to hurt you, but I can't get you out of my head?!" He barked into the drain.
"EXACTLY DUDE!" Fernando said.
"If you hurt my Emma Lincoln Burrows..." Katt warned a dark threat in her voice.
"What? You'll kill me? Little LATE!" Lincoln snapped.
Katt hissed back touching her necklace she closed her eyes.
"She is hurt..." She stated. "YOU HURT HER LINCOLN!" She got violent.
She started hitting the drain violent. "IMA KILL YOU!" Her southern accent was strong.
Lincoln snorted before sitting back on the cot, this was just great, she was that girl, the one guys like Lincoln only dream of having, but the one thing he needed to say he couldn't say it, it was killing him inside.
Katt was pacing the cell, she was pissed off, but more of the fact she knew how hard it was Emma to say them three words, Katt cracked her knuckles wanted to pound her fist into Lincoln, but then again it would bound off that thick skull.
Emma walked up the stairwell, she thought back to when she was on this stairwell with him, the first moment they touched, if only she'd known that the man who saved her would be the one man to pass her shield, she sat down on the stair brushing her hand through her hair, she felt stupid, of course he didn't love her, how could he love her. Emma gave herself so easily, she let him have her. Emma wasn't a saint, but when it came to sex she always had the upper hand, she never let someone take command like that, now she was lost in her own head again, the flashes of what Mark could felt all the time he'd say the three words she never could say back, she hated her past, she hated that another man to die, but this one she loved, she felt sick finally getting to her feet, her job was making her sick, but another day would just have to be pushed through.
This cell was too small, Katt stated to her brain as her hands were balled into tight fists.
Lincoln was listening to her boots hitting the floor loudly in pacing rhyme.
Lincoln was getting a head ache. He turned over on the floor. Laying face down he put his head on his arms and closed his eyes.
",'Nando!" Katt said sharply it caught both Lincoln and Fernando off guard they both had jumped.
"Yeah?" Fernando asked still leaning against the wall by the pipe.
"Why; was Pickle even in the SHU?" She snapped she then ran at the wall her boot came up against it and she pushed back landing on her feet almost near the wall. She then got to her knees staring at the drain waiting for an answer. Michael was to good two-shoes for the SHU. Unless Sara demanded sex and he refused.
Fernando sighed, "The, well he got burned, and he refuse to say who done it…" Fernando brushed his hands over his head, "I had to cover, well you know what, and so here I am…"
Lincoln now rolled on his side feeling sick, why was his brother risking everything for him, it was just a waste o time, and Lincoln knew it was hard to accept, but he was going to die, and nothing could stop that fate.