As promised, Agent Mahone did come back approximately three hours later. He once again tried to convince me to tell him what Michael could have possibly have told me. He bribed me saying that he would be able to clear 2 years off my new 19 year sentence as well as telling me that I would be transferred to a minimum security prison halfway through depending on my behaviour. I still remained quiet although my heart beat rapidly in my chest as every time Mahone's face grew extremely serious I imagined him pulling out the cords like he did before and me struggling for my life like I did before. But none of that came and I wondered why.

Through the days, my body began to heal at a rapid speed. My head stopped pounding although I still heard a high pitched buzz in my ear every once in a while. My cuts were closing up and my bruises were fading. My ribs were still the same, my bruised lung seemingly got better and my concussion was healing well too.

It was around lunch time and a new guard came in with a tray of food. I watched as the guard placed it down in front of me but the something strange happened. They took out a smell key and inserted it into my cuffs. I just laid there in shock unsure of what to do. Was this a trick? Was this some sort of sick joke that Mahone was trying to do? The guard took out a small packsack from behind the radiator and took out clothes.

"Can you move?" the voice was definitely female although in a lower register than usual.

I just laid there like an idiot with my mouth wide open. The female rolled her eyes.

"Can you at least hear me?"

I nodded uncertain and she nodded. "Good, put these clothes on."

She threw the clothes from the bag at me and I caught them by surprise. I waited for her to turn around or look away but instead she just look at me.

"What are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Hurry up we only have ten minutes!"

That really got me going and I stripped in front of the girl as she continued to go through the bag to see what was in it. Once changed I began to feel somewhat dizzy. I was ready to fall but the girl caught me.

"It's all right," she whispered gently.

"Tamara?" I whispered back with some hope.

But the girl shook her head. "I'll tell you my name later.

She too then stripped from the guard's uniform and underneath were normal clothes, a white tang top and a pair of ripped jeans.

"C'mon," she encouraged. "We have to go."

"What about-." I started.

"Don't worry," she said then added, "everything is taken care of.

I didn't know whether she was bluffing or not but I took her word for it anyway. She grabbed the wheelchair from the side and seated me in it.

"Just keep you head down," she commanded while placing a baseball cap over my head.

"But - ," I tried to finish what I was going to say but the girl cut me off saying that she had everything under control. But I couldn't help but worry, if Agent Mahone had discovered my absence he would have all of Homeland Security after me!

"Try and act natural," the girl said pulling her own hat onto her head. She then wheeled me over to the door and then opened it. It was the first time in a few days that I had actually seen real light. The small room that I was in was always dimmed and the windows were boarded up so I never was able to know what time of day it was, I just went by the type of food that they fed me. But it was bright and the sun beat through the windows and I almost had to cover my mouth from crying out in shock.

"Sorry," the girl whispered. "Should have told you it was sunny."

I scowled. "Don't you have any sunglasses."

"It's be too suspicious."

"Oh and this isn't?"

"Look around you."

I did as I was told and saw no one. Literally. The whole hallway was empty, no one was at the desk and the only thing I could hear was the clock ticking and the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Where is everyone?"

"A code blue was initiated about three minutes ago."

"Wouldn't I be able to hear it?"

"The police had the speakers in your room turned off so that you wouldn't be able to know what was going on around you."

She continued to wheel me down the hallway and then to the elevator. Once the elevator doors opened she quickly wheeled me in and down to the first floor. Then that was when all of hell broke loose. A high-pitched whine wailed through the whole hospital and the girl started to look nervous. Then someone went onto the speaker : " Prisoner escape! Jason Buchanan has escaped!"

With that the girl grabbed my elbow and hauled me up to my feet. Her and I both ran as fast as we could but immediately I felt dizzy.

"Just a little further," she shouted over the alarm and the oncoming of guards. My breath became ragged immediately and my bruised lung rubbed up against my ribs as I inhaled causing immense pain to my body. We took a sharp turn and I almost collapsed to the ground.

"It's alright," she whispered as she took out a single key on a metal link. Pressing the button the lock sprung open and the girl shoved me into the front. "Buckle up!"

I was stunned at the whole situation but then I was snapped back to reality when the drivers door was slammed closed. The girl buckled up and then put the car in drive and we sped off.

Once on the highway I started to panic.

"What the hell?" I cried.

"I saved you didn't I?" the girl replied.

"What is going on?"

"I'm saving you."

I tried to come up with a reply but the girl placed a small white tablet in my hand.

"Stick it under your tongue," she said. "Don't talk until it's dissolved completely."

I did as she said still in shock as to what had just happened. As the pill dissolved I slowly felt my eyes droop I tried to stay awake but the medication kicked in immediately and I found myself dozing off.

What is going on? The girl helped you escape. Escape from what? The hospital. Why? Did you seriously want to be interrogated by Agent Mahone until god knows when? Well... no right? Sure. Then stop complaining dumbass! Did I just call myself a dumbass? Yep. And am I stuck in my own head again? ...Yep! Piss off...

I slowly woke up and I stretched and yawned. Then I realized what had happened and scrambled out of bed in a hurry and to my horror I noticed that I was in nothing except my boxers. I could hear the fan on in the bathroom and knew that the girl was inside. I noticed an empty bottle of beer on the ground and picked it up then started to walk to the bathroom door. I waited for it to open and when I did I attacked. I wrapped my arm around the girl's neck and pulled her out. She was soaked in wet clothes and she struggled.

"I swear to god that I'll smash this damn bottle over your head if you don't tell me what the fuck's going on," I warned angrily. No more games.

"It won't work," the girl spat between her teeth as she tried to get some oxygen. "The bottle won't shatter over a person's head like in the movies. It's one of those Hollywood facades to make movies more interesting. All that will happen is that bottle will hit my head, I will possibly be knocked out or even more pissed at you."

I released the girl who took a few steps away from me out of reach. She caught her breath as I slide to the ground in pure exhaustion. The whole situation had left me drained of energy.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked. "Who are you?"

"David contacted me," the girl answered.

"Who?"

"Apolskis."

I was taken back as I started at her in shock.

"I'm his sister," the girl said. "Brooke Apolskis."