Chapter twelve

It was nearing noon.
Katt walked across the grass while she raked it along the fence, her eyes were focused her mind was in a state of having faith in someone else again. She didn't like it. Half of her expected to be left behind.
Fernando was watching her from his wheel barrow their eyes caught each others. Fernando looked away.
C-Note felt and looked to calm for what was about to happen that evening. He looked over to Westmoreland who was checking things off with a clip board looking sluggish but he was fighting with himself to give up, he was going to see his daughter. He looked at Michael who was standing there, looking at the guard tower, before he snapped back out of it.
T-Bag was taking bags of grass mix back and forth with his charming expression his eyes caught Katt he winked. She shuddered.
They all clustered together away from everyone but away enough that it wasn't suspicious.
"We need to cova' our smells..." T-Bag stated.
"Well you might want to shower." C-Note looked at T-Bag.
"I mean the dogs... The number of times I have ELUDED the police I have fail because of the DAMN dogs!" T-Bag sniffed.
"We need to cover our smells." Katt restated.
"With?" Fernando asked.
"Anything, you can get your hands on!" T-bag nodded. "You don't cover your scent you might as wall send a map and some cab fair to your location." T-Bag cracked his neck.
"Anything..." Katt stated.
"Guys..." Fernando said looking up seeing the C.O. watching them.
"You wanna start something when me? i was raking here first bitch! Back off!" Katt pushed Fernando back quickly.
Fernando looked dazed.
"Hey! Benton! You wanna go back to the SHU?!" The C.O. yelled.
Katt looked over. "No Sir... But... He was raking MY grass!"
Michael was starting to wonder if Katt was actually putting on a cover story or if she just liked to push people - Maybe both.
"Alight. Alright Lunch!" The C.O. said looking to the other inmates and P.I. sections moving into the prison.
"Benton." He said taking his hand cuffs off.
Katt nodded putting her rake down she walked over getting cuffed. Only to be Y-Cuffed inside and sat alone in a corner.

Katt ate slowly, it was the only time she could try and put together a way to get into the escape, I mean it was going through Michael cell, she was in panic, until she felt something in her pocket, she never thought about it, but then before leaving Michael he patted her pocket. Katt reached into her pocket before seeing the note, she read it quick before seeing the small black pill, her eyes focus on it for a moment before glancing back to the note which in simple letters saying. Trust me, eat this.

Katt placed the note back into her pocket before gazing at her half eaten food, it wasn't going to be easy to trust Michael, but rolling the pill in her hand she sighed. "Bottoms up…" she said in a calm voice placing the pill on the back of her throat swallowing it quickly before starting to finish the rest of her meal.
Twenty minutes late Patterson walked to the cell, he didn't know why but he could hear moaning. As Panic hit him he opened it seeing Katt holding her stomach she looked pale as Patterson rush to her side.
"Katt, what's wrong?" He asked, but he go the answer as she vomited all over his shoes.
"I don't feel so good Boss…" Katt murmured through the pain in her stomach. She was going to Kill Michael!

Patterson looked down at his shoes and he sighed. "What's happening?" He asked.
"My insides are ... She gagged.
"Okay. Okay!" Patterson said quickly. He didn't have time to cuff her. He scooped her up and left the Death Row Mile with her in his arms.
Katt was curled into a ball in his arms. Trying not to vomit again all over him. She didn't want to be rude. She continued gagging which made her cough her face felt sore from convulsions.
Patterson ran her into the main prison and up the stairs she was lighter then he'd expected her to be. "Open MEDICAL!" He yelled with no time to get his card out.
A C.O. already in the infirmary pushed the door open quickly and Patterson rushed in with Katt who turned and threw up again before shaking to shake.

Sara had rushed to Katt's aid, it was strange to see her in real intense pain, but Sara was quick to start doing a medical exam, "Katt, who done this?" She asked while Katt held her stomach.
"I think the fish was bad watermelon head…. I need to get the chicken out the coop or they'll eat the dinosaurs…" Katt's was trying to see straight but, everything hurt, she felt a cold sweat break over her while she held he side.
"It seems like food poisoning…" Sara snapped while Katie was quick to help get an IV, Patterson worried nodded while going back to hi post, Katt watched him leaving holding her hand out.
"King Kong, his racing in the wrong lane, wrong time, wrong pickle in me, oh his fucking chameleon…"

Sara was rolling Katt's arm up trying for a vein location, she stared to all the little dots over her arm. "No vein. I'm going to try the other arm." She stated out loud. "ONE- FISH!, TWO- FISH!, RED- FISH! BLUUUUUUUUUUUE FISH!" Katt sang. Sara walked around Katt she checked her eyes, noticing the pain in her eyes made Sara content but on edge because that was wrong. She rolled her wrist finding a small part of her vein. She took the needle pin and pushed down and up into her vein. "DUN! DUN, DUN! DUN, DUN, DUNA! DUN, DUN, DUN, DUN, DUN!" Katt rolled over in pain throwing up onto the floor. "Cherries ... Pickle. OH! PICKLE! PICKLE!" She screamed going to sit up but Sara pushed her back down. Katie helped Sara restrain Katt with the cuffs while she continued screaming. "HA! LIKE THAT TIME WHEN! OHHH Penis... Mmm KITTY LOVES HER SOME PENIS!"

It took a long while to sedate Katt, not only was she sleeping Sara could fill out the paper work; Katie kept an eye on Katt making sure she was comfortable.
Michael was now escorted to Sara's office as she glanced up from the paper work, her eyes finding Michael's while Katie looked to the both, "I'll leave…" she patted Katt's arm walking out of the office.
"Sorry about the crowd." Sara smiled pointing to Katt in the cot in the middle of the office, Katt rolling her hand lightly in her slip.
"Pickle put your cucumber in me…" she muttered in her sleep, Michael snapped his eyes to look worried. Sara ignored the sleep talking while getting Michael stuff for his shot ready.

"So, how are you today?" Sara asked placing the latex gloves on, but Michael kept still staring from Katt to Sara.
"I need your help…"

"With?" Sara asked absently but she hung onto every word Michael said.
"I'm breaking out." He stated.
Sara almost laughed, but her eyes turned misted looking to Michael. "Excuse me?" She blinked.
"Pickle! Harder! Uh! UH!" Katt continued sleep talking.
Michael's eyes stayed locked onto Sara's face. "Tonight, I'm breaking my brother out." He spoke carefully but carefully.
Sara put the needle she was holding down. "Michael ... You know ... I have to ..."
Michael cut her off. "I need you're help." He said again.
"This is wrong." Sara stated.
"BE MY BABIES DADDY PICKLE!!!" Katt twisted - attempted to twist she was still restrained.
"Leave the door unlocked." Michael's eyes caught a glimpse of the door handle.

Sara now lightly followed Michael's eyes, she folded her arms across her chest looking to him again, and she could feel the tears burning the back of her eyes.

"So your whole plan revolved around this room?" she asked trying to keep composure, her heart was slowly snapping in two inside her chest.
"Yes, it's the weakest point of the prison…" he said slowly, but his eyes kept calm on Sara's face, he knew he was hurting her, and it was slowly killing him inside. Michael never wanted to hurt Sara, after that kiss with her, he never wanted to make her hurt, but he wanted to save his brother that more.
"So everything with me was a lie…" she said sniffing in a deep breath, her eyes clouding over while she kept trying to remember to breathe. Michael wanted so badly to hold her.
"Oh god, I'm, I'm…. Oh fuck me pickle harder!!!" Katt screamed while Sara held her hand to stop Michael coming any closer.
"Sara, what I feel is real, but I can't lose him…" He spoke clear.

"You just used me." Sara said again. "To be here."
"At first? Yes." Michael stated. "But then I wanted to be." He added.
Sara's eyes started burning as she refused to allow the tears behind her eyelids fall.
"You know my brother is innocent." Michael watched her.
"What you're doing isn't!" She tried to snap but it sounded weak.
"Please." Michael went to touch her again.
"I ... Have to go!" She turned walking out.

Michael sighed trying to keep his cool, but he wanted to hit something as his attention turned to Katt who was awake.
"Damn hard break…" she said fiddling with the IV without taking it out, but Michael closed his eyes.
"How long have you been awake?" he asked trying to focus on what just happened. Katt laughed shrugging, "Long enough to hear the breaking of a ginger heart…" she said softly while glancing around the office. "I can't wait to see the outside of this place, it's so boring…" Katt added while Michael stared to her.
"Do you think she's gonna do it?" Michael moved to sit with her on the cot, but Katt shrugged.
"Don't ask me, I just got high on what ever you gave me…"

"Hmm' just when I thought you we're immune to everything." He stated.
Katt snorted. "Chea." She rolled her eyes before they scanned over the window with bars.
"Are you ready for tonight?" His mix of green and blue eyes stared at her still pale face.
"Yeah - I'm getting executed. If I get busted not making it over that wall ... They can't kill me twice... Which is why... I want to be the last one across that wire." She pointed out.
Michael followed her eyes to the wire. He didn't want to think negative. "You know; you can't rush to Emma."
"You've said before Pickle... Don't worry. I know." She took in a deep breath letting it out.
Michael swallowed before his eyes went back to her. "You're going to laugh at me because I like her aren't you?"
"No." Katt admitted honestly. "I'm going to laugh at her because she is a Ginger." She reached across Michael and pointed to a picture of Sara with her PHD... "Four shades darker then a normal ginger but still a ginger." She nodded.
Michael's eyes didn't look at the picture. He minded started bringing forth a memory...

Flash back to Michael's apartment

Michael sat at a table, he lightly looked over the list of hospital staff of Fox River, he lightly ran his fingers down the list of names slowly, Sara Tancredi, he now glanced over all of her details. News paper clippings, everything and anything he wanted to know on the doctor was here.
He now glanced at the other name, Emma Winifred, her photo was one of a news paper article of a college girl whose boyfriend locked them in a room and shot himself in front of her. Michael swallowed hard looking over what seemed on the first photo of the article a smiling teenager with another girl holding her arm around her, the clipping under the photo, Emma Winifred and high school friend Sierra Benton, who is now serving a death row sentence.

Michael had read the article a hundred times, the interview was with her parents as after dropping out of medical school Emma went to a hospital suffering from Posttraumatic stress disorder.

Michael stood up a section all laid out for Emma. He continued reading the detailed moments the doctors at the medical centre had gotten from her. His eyes focused as he chewed his lip. I remember his blood on the wall ... It was dotted with pink jell-o. Michael winced assuming Emma was on a sedative keeping her in a happy state. His eyes scanned over a photograph of her sitting in an interview chair with white pants, shoes and pants. Her hair was up in a bun that looked as if it was done by someone else. He pinned the picture up, putting the interview down. His eye caught the reflecting gold around her neck. His eyes looked over, still around her neck. Up - Still there. He stopped turning around going back to an article he pulled up the picture of the high school students, his looked closer seeing the necklace around Emma's neck with Friends in fancy lettering. His eyes moved to Sierra's with Best on it. Michael sat down at his computer he typed in Spot light; Sierra Benton. It brings up pictures plenty of pictures. He zoomed she still had the necklace on. He backed and typed in Emma Winifred and zoomed always she had her necklace on as well, Bit his lip.

It all made sense why he would see Emma in while crossing paths seeing his shrink, but his hand went over all the facts to see who he would most likely be able to manipulate into believing him to be diabetic, and also help unknowingly with the escape, his eye scanning Emma's photo, back to Sara's before knowing that he couldn't put Emma through another ordeal he picked Sara.

"Michael, earth to Michael!" Katt snapped in front of his face, "It's time for you to go now…" she said in a air head voice as Bellick was standing in the office.
"You got a meeting with the Pope!" Bellick said in a dry tone.

Michael snapped his head to Katt and looking around. "Right." He stood up.
Bellick came over cuffing him. He started taking Michael to the Popes office.
Katt watched the Pickle go.