I woke in a daze, voices were all around me and as soon as they heard me stir they all swarmed around me like angry bees. Questions were thrown at me, my name was shouted at different levels and then everything became quiet as I retreated quickly back into my head.

They want to know where they are. Who? The Fox River Eight. The what? The escapees, Michael, Sucre, Teddy, Abruzzi, C-note, Tweener, Haywire, and Lincoln. But I escaped too. But you are now in a hospital cuffed to the bed surrounded by police officers who will shoot you if you try and escape again. Oh...right.

I zoomed out of my head and into reality. This time only one man stood over me he had a fair amount of hair, dark eyes, high cheekbones and was dressed up in a nice suit. He narrowed in on me before he spoke.

"I'm Agent Mahone," he told not taking his eyes off me as he spoke. "Are you Jason Buchanan?"

I nodded, my tongue felt thick and heavy in my mouth and my throat felt as if something was clogging it.

"You are aware of Michael Scofield and his brother Lincoln Burrows right?"

I nodded again. As soon as I did, Agen Mahone was literally an inch from my face. I found smell his nasty breath against my face and I tried not to gag.

"Where are they?" he demanded, his eyes still on me and what was even more freaky was that they didn't blink once.

I shook my head. "I don't know." I managed, my voice came out hoarse and rough.

"He must have told you something."

I shook my head, I couldn't recall anything after Michael and Sucre throwing me off the tracks. Agent Mahone straightened and walked around my bed slowly.

"You know," he started slowly putting one foot in front of the other. "When the police found you, you were almost dead. You have a major concussion, four bruised ribs, major blood loss as well as a bruised lung." Agent Mahone stopped by the machines. "How do you ever think that you're going to outrun us while having all those conditions?"

"I'm obviously not going to run."

Without a word, he ripped some cords from the machine and my whole body seized up. I couldn't get air and my lung felt like it was going to collapse. Pain seared through my body and crossed my brain I could feel my whole body seize up again as I gasped for oxygen. I tried to think but I was in too much pain to do so. The machines whined and I could hear footsteps coming down the hallway.

Agent Mahone then placed the wires back in where they were suppose to go and my body started to relax slowly. My breaths were deep as I gulped down oxygen but my whole body still was tingly and numb with pain. Just then a doctor, a few nurses and a whole legion of guards crashed through the door and into the room.

"What's going on here?" the doctor demanded angrily.

Before I could speak, Agent Mahone stepped in front of me blocking my view of the doctor.

"Everything is fine Dr. Harp," Agent Mahone said mechanically. "Just perfectly fine."

Later that night I couldn't sleep, I couldn't look out the window as cardboard had been cruelly placed up to block my view to the outside. I laid back in bed thinking about what to do next. Nothing I thought miserably, I do absolutely nothing. The silence was haunting. I felt as if I was suffocating and slowly dying. I still was shocked at what Agent Mahone had did, back then I could have died, I wonder why he didn't just let me. Because then he would be questioned, they would want to know how and why. I sighed. I felt like I was back in the hospital when I was stabbed but this time it was different even though I was still severely injured the percentage of me escaping was apparently very high. I leaned into the pillows and closed my eyes drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning I woke to see Agent Mahone standing at the back of the room. I felt sort of nervous with him around especially after what had happened last night. As soon as he saw me awake he came over and sat beside me in a plastic chair

"We sort of gotten off on the wrong start," Agent Mahone said his voice dripped with false sympathy.

I didn't reply.

"But today we might actually get along more, I know that you will tell me more about Michael's plans."

I frowned. "And why would I do that?"

Without a word Agent Mahone raised his hand and I automatically flinched. I then cursed myself silently as he turned on the tv that was beside me, I tried to focus on the screen instead of the agent.

"In this mornings news," the announcer said clearly. "John Abruzzi was gunned down at a local motel at 8:12 am this morning. Police say that Abruzzi was armed and was ready to shoot so they had to take action. Police also released that the other escapees are still at large and are very dangerous." The mugshots flashed onto the screen. "They currently have captured one escapee, Jason Buchanan who was charged with attempted murder and breaking and entry. With us is Agent Alexander Mahone, Agent Mahone what can you tell us so far about Mr. Buchanan?"

The camera swung over to Mahone's serious face. "All that we can release is that Mr. Buchanan has agreed to work with us and is currently speaking to us about some possibilities as to where Michael, Lincoln and the other escapees may be."

Agent Mahone reached over and turned the tv off.

"So," Agent Mahone said grinning he clapped his hands once. "Do you want to start talking or think about it?"

"You lied," I whispered my brain still replaying the news I had just watched.

"It needed to be done, the news stations don't need to know that you're not cooperating. You ah, 'friends' on the other hand..." He allowed the sentence to hang in mid-air and my heart sunk.

I don't know anything honestly, only knew of his plans to escape the prison that is it. He never told any of us what was going to happen on the outside."

"But something was suppose to happen right?"

I shrugged. "I have no clue."

Agent Mahone shook his head. "See that's where I think you are bluffing Buchanan, I think that you have a very good clue of what is to happen on the outside."

I tried to speak but was silenced by Mahone.

"I'll be back in a few hours and while I'm gone you better come up with an answer."

With that Agent Mahone rose to his feet and stalked out of the room.

My breakfast was brought to me by a guard and he watched me eat it, I was honestly a little creep-ed out but I soon learned that they didn't want to take any chances. Just this morning a nurse and a guard both watched me urinate into a bag. I sat back and tried to think positive thoughts but none came.