Olivia kept beside Michael, her eyes from the blade in T-Bag's hand, to the look in his eyes, finally turning to look at Michael, "please be realistic..." her voice was stern.
"Unless you're gonna use your shank to take out the pipe, put it away." Michael exhaled feeling sick now.
Still holding the shank, firm on the handle. "I'm gonna put it in your neck, you don't get us outta here!"
Fernando snapped; "Bring it down a peg T-Bag!" He said still hearing Lincoln hitting against the pipe from above.
"Shut your mouth. Remember, Pretty, I am serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape I'm gonna throw in a homicide, no problem. That's like a parking ticket to me!"
Olivia stepped in front of Michael now, "You want to cut him, you're going to have to cut through me first!" she kept still.
Michael placed his hands on her waist, "Olivia..." Michael whispered.
"Shh..." C-Note said while hearing something.
"What was that?" Fernando said his eyes going toward the door.
They could here keys jingling and they all went onto an alert mode. "Quick!" Charles' voice was hushed. Pushing them all toward a much of racks.
Olivia could feel herself in front of Michael tight against a wall, he held a hand against her stomach keeping her close to him, invisible, The C.O opened the door walking in, he could see the pipe on the floor.
C-Note kept still against his part of the wall, looking over the other men here, he kept quiet watching the door, "Hey Keith, come check this out!" he stood at the thresh hold of the door. "Keith?" shutting and the C.O walking away.
Olivia exhaled turning her head to look up to Michael feeling sick, her eyes kept searching his before moving. "Right we need to go." she said while looking around to everyone. "Come on," she got the rope setting it up, her eyes looking Michael who was still standing still looking completely scared.
Everyone started going down the rope, leaving Fernando with Michael. Fernando put his hand on his 'best' friends shoulder. "We gotta go, Michael." His voice was very soft. "It's done. Let's go!"
Olivia kept back with Michael, she kept touching his arms, "Michael, what is gonna happen now?" she asked softly.
"I don't know," he kept his voice low, "I have to," he looked to her eyes, "Olivia," he paused, "do you?" he asked.
"I don't know," she finished before he could complete his sentence.
The night was in deep set, the sky was starless and the moon was only a tiny silver of orange.
Lincoln stood over the grate, putting the mop away, a clean sweater on. His stomach still crunched with the urge to get sick, but with nothing in his stomach, it just provided the worst stomach ache ever.
He looked out at Nikole who was now working overtime, she moved so gracefully around her office, her black dress pants and shoes went well with the soft green v-neck shirt she wore. Her blonde straight hair was down behind her shoulders.
"How do you feel now, Lincoln? - You took your I.V. out." She asked him, her voice so nice and kind.
"Better, thanks Doc. Yeah I ... Felt sick didn't wanna puke on your floor" He flashed a short smile, he kept looking to the drain grate, it was over... He moved to sit back down on the gurney as she touched his forehead.
"Fevers going down. S'good and there is no reason for you to stay here if your I.V. is out" She pointed out. "This wont be enough to post-pone the execution, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Lincoln said slowly, "I tried telling the D.O.C. it was Pre Traumatic stress disorder, but... No Avail on that." She lent against the barred window.
"It's okay." He said again rubbing the back of his neck, exhaling.
"I could try telling the D.O.C. its Scarlet Fever or something, but I don't think that'll fly with them." She watched the dark sky.
Adjusting his sitting position, he shook his head. "You really care?" He wondered, out of all the people he'd met at Fox River she seemed to be the one who actually gave-a-crap about inmates, beside The Warden.
Nikole stood at the window, her fingers brushing against her lips as she didn't speak.
"Evening Doctor Wilson. Just thought I'd let you know, I'm heading out for the night patrol, C.O. Johnson is taking over guard shift." He tipped his blue hat. It brought Nikole back to focus.
"Huh? Oh, okay." She smiled.
Lincoln brushed both of his hands against his head, but he was panicking. The C.O. took a long minute to react; Nikole was so calm for someone who was alone with a Death Row Inmate who was freely able to move around anywhere he wanted.
"What's this Inmate doing, not cuffed?" His eyes were serious.
Nikole stared, "What is he gonna do? Steal a cotton ball?" She watched at the C.O. moved, cuffing one silver hoop to the gurney and bringing the other to Lincoln's wrist.
Lincoln moved his wrist away and stared. "Don't get funny!" The C.O. snapped trying to big a big shot.
Sighing, Lincoln moved his wrist back, feeling it slide around his wrist. Keeping him locked to the gurney.
"You have a good night." He nodded to Nikole, leaving he closed the door behind him.
"Sorry 'bout that." Nikole kept looking at the handcuffs the silver metal shining under the light while Lincoln shrugging and they tinged against the gurney's metal. "We really do have a problem with inmates stealing cotton balls - we're on a shortage." She jerked her head back to the main small storage cupboard, the while bottom shelf was filled with boxes of cotton balls.
Making Lincoln smile. "Yeah, must be a big problem. Dangerous them cotton balls are..." He nodded seriously.
This time Nikole laughed. "Exactly, now you're getting it." They became silent, until an overly common ring tone started playing from Nikole's pocket. "Excuse me." She glanced at Lincoln, flipping the silver phone open, pressing talk and answer with; "Kevin – I know I'm sorry!" As she opened and closed the door while going out, leaving Lincoln alone.
Alone to think, he kept thinking about Olivia and Michael, but mostly Olivia, as he couldn't get her face out of his head, every time he blinked, he felt a little sad.
He was going to die. In a couple of hours and all he wanted to do was to tell her everything going on in his head. How he'd let them fry him several hours in advance just for him to have another conversation with her, even if it was via drainpipe. The silence was slowly driving Lincoln insane as he mind kept turning over different thoughts.
Glad to see Nikole coming back.
"Tea." She held the white Styrofoam cup toward him, she looked unhappy now. "Thanks." Lincoln took the cup with his free hand.
Nodding Nikole sipping from her own cup. "We aren't allow to give coffee to Inmates, its liability thing." She shrugged, "I don't really see the whole point on it, but... What ever." She sat on her desk, swinging her feet slowly.
"So, what are you missing? Birthday? Anniversary? Date night? - Some kind of sporting event?" He could tell, he knew that look, the look you got when you were in the Dog House for not being able to make it to something important.
Nikole looked up at him. "Huh?" She hadn't been paying attention. Lincoln sipped the tea, it felt nice on his empty stomach.
"You have the look, like you gotta telling off for not making able to make it to something." He pointed at her.
"Oh, Fiancée's parents wedding Anniversary they drove up from Jackson." She looked unpleased. "Is it, normal to somewhat hate your in-laws?" She laughed awkwardly.
"Well that depends, how long you and ... Kevin?" He took a guess at the name. "Been together?"
"In total? Almost Seventeen years, thirteen engaged." She remembered meeting Kevin in grade nine math, when she was fourteen. By the winter dance, they'd started dating, by June they were a couple. The two people everyone would claim to grow up to be high school sweet hearts forever in love.
Lincoln almost died, "Yup! Normal!" He gave her a thumbs up.
"Oh now, I feel so much better – I mean, its not that THEY are horrible people, its just they always want to nag and nag and nag... Sorry I'm rambling." She stopped.
"S'all good." Lincoln said before the silence kicked in.
But not an awkward silence, the silence that happens when both people are thinking so deeply about something. It doesn't really matter if words are being spoken.
Lincoln looked up, the cup empty. He placed it on the gurney, it fell over but that didn't matter. "I love Olivia." He blurred out.
Nikole looked up. "Huh?" She didn't fully catch that.
"I love Olivia." Lincoln repeated, his heart rate went up. Each time he said it.
"I... Uh... Morris?" She kept staring at Lincoln who was nodding.
"Yeah, her." He looked panicked, Nikole stood up. "Lincoln..." She could see his fingers twitching, his chest rising and falling quicker as he thought about it. Tears were streaking down his cheeks.
"I do!" He felt dizzy, finally admitting it was like the Hoover Dam had a small crack in it and it turned into a bigger one, before crumbling and the waters rushing. "Her eyes, her hair, her ... " This wasn't normal for him, it was scaring him.
In fact it was scaring Nikole, she'd known Lincoln since he first arrived at Fox River and not once had she ever seen him like this.
She got closer to him keeping a calm front. But inside she was starting to wonder if maybe Lincoln Burrows was broken.
"I, I had to tell someone, because I'm kind of dying in several hours and I needed someone to know..." His strong voice had broken down to a soft one a scared one.
"Come here." Nikole put her arms around his shoulders, hugging him softly.
"I mean -" Lincoln rested his head against her shoulder. "I can't exactly tell her, what kind of thing is that to leave someone with?" The tears kept coming. Nikole kept her arms around him, it was like dealing with a big child.
"It's funny, because she was Michael's nerdy friend who came over almost everyday to do homework with him and she had this crush on me, she told me a while ago and it was like, 'Aww cute.' kind of thing. But, Nikole." He pulled back from her, his hand drying his eyes. "I've ... Liked her a lot since she arrived here. But I couldn't say anything about it, because... I knew this day was coming, I didn't want to start something else, knowing I'd have to leave it behind too.. But now I think it hurts even more."
"Naturally Lincoln, the emotions we keep bottled up, hurt the most." Nikole sighed, watching him, as he started to stare off into space.
"You wont tell about this, will you?" Lincoln asked.
"Of course not." Nikole patted his shoulder softly.
"I don't see why she ever had a crush on me in the first place..." Lincoln shrugged his shoulder.
"Because you were the bad ass big brother?" Nikole suggested and Lincoln scoffed. "Yup, a bad ass all right." He shook his head.
"Would you tell her?" Nikole asked him.
"What do you mean?" His eyes were focusing on hers.
"I mean, if it was different, if you both were at a different place and time, that the same emotions were around."
Lincoln didn't have to think about it. "Yeah." He exhaled, before yawning.
"You should get some sleep." Nikole picked up a thin blanket.
"Should." Lincoln nodded, before shifting to lay down, Nikole put the blanket over him. "Good ni'ght Lincoln." She patted his head.
"Night, Nikki." He said through another yawn, the lights dimmed and the office door closed.
While Olivia glanced to Michael as they both with a C.O heading to the medical bay, they both looked into the office to see Lincoln on a bed, he kept looking to Olivia before to where his brother was.
"Hey," Olivia kept her voice low seeing Michael, and her eyes slowly going to look at Lincoln.
Michael inhaled, "I can't so this..." he spoke low, he looked to Nikole now making her way over to them. "I need to see my brother. Just to talk. For five minutes." he asked her.
Nikole's eyes focused over Michael's face, today was a hard day. "I'll try." She nodded, walking out of her office; into the office where Lincoln sat with a C.O.
they were talking, together. Before the C.O. shook his head. Nikole turned looking unpleased with herself.
Coming back to Michael, she sighed. "I'm sorry... I'm told you'll have to wait until ... Finial Visitation."
"Lest you get final visitation..." Olivia muttered while looking Nikole. "Sorry, just a little on edge."
Michael sighed, "Can you get Sara Tancredi for me...?" he asked and inhaled as Olivia's elbow when into his stomach. "What was that for?"
Nikole had left, got Sara and looked to Olivia. "If you want we can do your pill in my office." She looked around the general area.
Nikole had been to one execution before, but Lethal Injection was a lot different than Electric Chair.
Olivia nodded, for a second she walked past the room that had Lincoln, she stood there for a few seconds making sure she kept her eyes on him, feeling slightly sick. "Can I ask you a favour?" she asked Nikole, following behind her.
",'Course you can, you know that." Nikole unlocked her office door, letting Olivia in first.
She kept looking at Lincoln, "what are the chances of," she looked serious, "Of them swapping the executions?" her voice low getting to Nikole's office, she was no longer cuffed, but her eyes kept serious, "I mean, we're both sentence to die." her voice kept low, "what are the chances of me getting today, he can be executed when I am meant to be..."
Nikole stared at her, being the middle woman in this kind of situation was not fun.
"None - A judge sets a date based on the time of the offence, he murdered someone of a high class... They wont switch an execution date due to that... No D.O.C. member or judge would rule extended time." She sighed.
Olivia exhaled, "I kinda saw it like that." she folded her arms across her chest, her eyes kept focused on Nikole, "What the rules of Final visitation?" she asked trying to keep calm, but part of her felt like she was spilling into an endless spiral.
Nikole sucked over lower lip slowly for a moment, "Family. Close-Friends cleared by the D.O.C. two weeks in advance." She sighed. "I'm real sorry I can't do any'thin' to help you Olivia."
For a second Olivia kept brushing her hands into her hair, her eyes glazing over. "I won't even get to say goodbye." her voice shook, her hands kept tugging at her hair while feeling her stomach tighten up, it was like her will to carry on was being slowly taken away, she felt horrible. "I can't do this, I just, I can't." her eyes welling up quickly.
Nikole shifted, "Olivia... Olivia." Nikole said in a soft voice. "I'm sorry." She brushed her arm around her shoulders.
Holding onto her stomach she fell forward, "I'm gonna be sick," she rushed over to the sink, she'd not eaten as bile come up burning her throat, Olivia coughed while trying to calm herself down, but she felt like an idiot while coughing and spilling the stomach acid from her mouth looking to the yellow froth in the sink making her slowly look to the mirror above the sink, her eyes looked sore, tears still rolling down her check, "It's all my fault," she inhaled feeling worse.
Nikole walked up to be beside Olivia, it took a long time for Nikole to usually get emotionally comfortable with somebody. She touched Olivia's shoulder, patting it softly. ",'Liva, this isn't your fault."
She turned around to look to the other woman, she couldn't, "You don't get it," she moved to the chair, seeing the pill and the water, she kept looking to Nikole, "I just don't want to wait any longer..." she placed the pill in her mouth knocking the water back, she kept focused on Nikole. "Maybe I just want it over, so I can be done with it."
"No, I don't get it... We are in two different boats, but I'm trying to get it... I'm trying to help you." Nikole sighed.
Olivia nodded, "If you want to help me," she kept her voice low, her eyes focused, "Give me something." she kept serious, "Give me something strong, that I can take to my cell, and..." she trailed off, she didn't need to say the words as the message was written all over her face.
Nikole narrowed her eyes, "If you are tryin' to infer I slip your some kind of drug to commit Euthanasia, you have suggested it to the wrong person." She kept looking over Olivia.
She nodded, "Right," she got up looking around the office, she walked over to Nikole looking at her, "I was being stupid," she kept still, "I think I should clean my sick up." she kept calm walking over to the sink, turning the taps watching her sick away, she kept quiet.
"Olivia, if you are feeling, how I think you're feeling, you are a Health risk to yourself..." Nikole exhaled.
"I am not," she walked to the door, "Badge," she spoke quick, "I'm ready to return to my cell..." she spoke cold, Bellick walked forward, "Right." he cuffed up Olivia while looking to Nikole, "Guess you've got a lot on your plate..." he started to flirt with Nikole.
Nikole nodded, her hair was clipped back. "Times a lot by million and yes, yes I do." She didn't respond to Brad flirting at all.
"Well I was thinking, since we're both here until midnight," he kept his cool, "Maybe I can get you something to eat, you know, something..." Bellick wasn't paying attention to anything but Nikole, he didn't get the fact the woman hated him.
Olivia slowly stepped away from Bellick, she looked into the room where Lincoln was sitting, she looked into the glass, "Goodbye," she whispered before kissing the glass.
Lincoln was watched her, still cuffed to the gurney, looking over her face, his green eyes started swimming. He mouthed the words; 'I'll miss you.' toward her. Before looking away, he couldn't handle it.
Olivia kept in front of the glass, her eyes kept looking, but felt horrible, she just knew she wasn't going to be waiting another month, she inhaled, she breathed on the glass the steam from her breath on the glass, she lifted her hands drawing a doodle heart, the put a crack in the middle before walking back to Bellick's side.
Nikole looked awkwardly around the office space, before looking back to Bard. "You know... Tonight's kind of not... The night I planned on being able to stomach very much." She kept her voice low.
"Right," he kept looking to the place where Lincoln Burrows was, then to the glass, "What the hell..." he turned his attention to Olivia, "What has gotten," he shook it off, "Well if you need a shoulder to cry on, maybe nibble on," he tried to sound smooth, but come out like a pervert.
Olivia rolled her eyes, her patients running thin, "Can we go boss, got things to be doing... The Doc has things to be doing, so..." she nudged her head to the door.
Lincoln was staring at the glass on the window, to the Heart with a crack going down the centre of it; it was fading off as the glass was going back to normal temperature. It broke his heart; he rubbed under his eyes casually and coughed.
David walked from Bellick's office, he was looking to the C.O he coughed, he felt his chest tighten up, he kept coughing, he looked to the C.O, "I can't breathe..." he stated while coughing.
"Stop dragging me Con!" The C.O snapped, he wasn't in the mood for this kid.
But David's face was going pale, his hands cuffed going to his chest, "I ain't playing you, it hurts man, it hurts..." he kept coughing.
The C.O touched his radio, "Bringing Apolskis to infirmary..." he made the walk, David still cough as they made it to the office.
As the Infirmary gates buzzed opened, the place was not so busy feeling anymore.
Nikole was waiting at the end of the hallway. Watching the guard pushed the gates opened.
"What's happening? What's wrong?" She met the C.O. and David halfway, looking over him.
"He's faking, but we have to run everything, I'm sorry..." the C.O kept glaring to David.
But David kept coughing, he looked to Nikole, "My chest hurts, and I feel tight," his pale face looking to her, "I ain't faking anything." his voice raspy as he kept trying to breath, his chest felt tighter.
"What was he doing? Un-cuff him." Nikole said sharply, her hand touched David's shoulder. Looking into his eyes. "David take some deep breathes for me, okay?" She rubbed his back as the C.O. un-cuffed him.
The C.O uncuffed him and left him in the office with Nikole.
David kept on the chair, he looked to Nikole, his hand to his chest, "It hurt," he inhaled deep, but his head felt dizzy, he kept coughing, but looked down, "I can't do this, I can't..." he waved his hand, "I can't breathe..."
Finding herself bringing her hands to cup his face, looking him straight in the eyes. "You can breathe, just calm down. Okay? Calm down... Deep Breath... Forget everything else, listen to my voice." Which was soothing and soft. "You're okay, you're safe... It's okay." She kept focusing on his eyes. Trying to calm him down, she'd diagnosed a class one Anxiety attack and she didn't want to have to give him medication if it wasn't needed.
David kept quiet, he kept breathing in, and then out deeply and after a few minutes the pain in his chest subsided. He kept looking to Nikole; "Now you think I'm some kinda sissy boy." he looked into her eyes while finally feeling himself about to talk.
Nikole's hands left his face, but her eyes remained looking into his. "No, I don't." She let a small smile appear on her lips. "But what happened?" She kept her voice soft.
David inhaled one more time deeply, "Trust me, there is nothing you can do." he felt himself looking serious to Nikole, "I mean, he runs the place, he just." he looked to Nikole's eyes. "I did a thing for Scofield, cos I thought I'd get some P.I action, but, he didn't pull his end, and now I'm Bellick's bitch..."
Nikole's eyebrows pulled together. "What's Bellick got you doing?" She felt a twinge of anger flicker across her body.
Looking over the young man in front of her, her fingers casually brushed a piece of his hair away from his forehead as it looked out of place.
"I," he then looked to Nikole, "He wants me to tell him what's going on when he can't see." he shrugged, "Then he flipped on me, said I need to watch Scofield," he looked into her eyes, his own eyes glazing over, "and if I don't get him anything good, I think he's going to get harder on me..."
"Has he threatened you with something?" Nikole looking over him, she felt horrible about this, seeing the look in his eyes. "As he tried to hurt you?" Her hand took his, carefully in a caring away.
David kept watching her, "Look, I know what you're doing," he got to his feet, he kept looking at her, "It's nice, but if Bellick finds out I told you, he'll just be worse on me," he looked serious, "so just," he inhaled, "Just act like you know nothing, ie..."
Sometimes, Nikole wondered why she bothered; people were so hard to help these days. But then she'd always remember, helping people was why she became a Doctor... And being a Fairy Princess didn't work out. Sighing she nodded. "Okay - fine." She dug around in her white lab coat. "Here, Strawberry - your favourite, right?" She tried to smile holding out the lollipop.
David smiled to her, "Thanks," he took it placing it into his pocket, "you're a cool Doc," he see the C.O holding his wrist out for the cuffs, "Just keep doing your thing Doc." he was now being taken back to Gen pop.
Olivia sat alone in her cell, it was the feeling that she kept looking to the drainpipe, only two weeks, or was it more, maybe three, but in prison the times all bleed together, it was hard to know when it was. All Olivia knew was that when she talked through that pipe with Lincoln, it felt good; the plan to escape wasn't going to happen.
Lincoln would be strapped to the chair; she'd never listen to the tone in his voice when he was rolling his eyes. When he's tell her the she was confusing him, he may not being lying on the cot with her, but she felt like she fell asleep with him all them nights.
She kept looking to the ceiling, not much else to look at, the food laying on the floor, she kept looking to the tray she'd not touched, she found herself rolling on her stomach, reached her hand out pulling it closer to herself, she glanced to the food, the thought of a conversation she had with Lincoln.
"What is this green stuff?" Olivia joked while sat on the cot playing with it, she kept focused.
Lincoln laughed, "I have no idea, but it smell like baby shit!" he stated with a flick of it, "I won't touch it…"
"Yeah," she kept looking to the rest of the food, "Maybe they are going to kill us with the food before the chair…" she smiled to herself.
Lincoln choked on a chuckle, "No, you nearly killed me with them muffins you baked that one time with Michael…"
"I am sorry, I can't bake, it wasn't my fault you labelled things wrong!" she kept serious tone.
Lincoln pushed the tray away, "Olivia, it's my damn kitchen," he smiled, "Plus, just know not to bake in my kitchen…"
For a second Olivia moved things off the tray, she found herself looking at the plastic knife and fork, she played her hands under the dull blade of the knife, her eyes closed, she kept thinking was she really that person. Her eyes going to the small window with bars were on the other side. She kept the knife in her hand thinking more.
She remembered getting back to the cell after the failed escape, pivotal word, failed, not getting out, not going to live, her daughter somewhere, she didn't know, but the fact was clear, the world was going to be rid of her, she just wanted to get the one up on it.
"So," Lincoln spoke lightly into the pipe, the moon was full that night it was shining through the small window. "Worst date?" he asked lying on his stomach looking to the pipe.
Olivia on her back laughed, "Worst Date, I've never been on a date…" she felt her cheeks blushing happy he couldn't see her.
"Never, man," Lincoln bit his lip, "I mean, I thought you and Michael," he paused for a second.
Olivia rolled on her side, "No, those were not dates, cos he never paid, we never talked about anything date people talk, and he spent most of it going over out calculus assignment." She closed her eyes lightly, "What about you?"
"Ah," Lincoln thought about it, "Have to be, when I wanted to take Veronica out, but she spent all of it complaining, I didn't take her some place nice, I couldn't afford nice, I just…"
"I guess she's high maintenance," Olivia kept playing with her pillow, "Well, I know with me, it's not the place, it's the company…"
"So, what is your ideal date?" Lincoln kept the topic casual; it wasn't like he could take her on it.
Olivia opened her eyes, "Bowling, maybe bowling ally food, and after a good movie, a good French movie, and then talk about it after, and just take me home, and walk me to my door." She kept smiling.
"French movie," Lincoln rolled over, "that sounds like a cool date, if you change French movie to action movie."
Olivia kept playing with the fork, her hands playing over the knife, she placed the dull blade on her wrist, but it wouldn't even do anything, she found herself holding it, she felt it tight in her grip, pushing with both hands she felt the plastic snap in her grip, her eyes focused on the sharp point, her eyes focused on it, she inhaled closing her eyes, if she pushed, it was going to hurt a lot, but she didn't want to wait, she couldn't wait, her hand shook while pushing the now sharp piece of plastic into her skin, she pulled it as hard as she could while biting her lip hard trying to stop herself screaming in the pain, her eyes tightly closed not seeing anything.
Patterson looked into the cell, "Hell," He looked to the end, "Open cell seventeen!" he shouted it loud, he could only see the blood, and her eyes closed.
The door opened and Patterson rushed in, he pulled the pillow case off the pillow quickly pulling the plastic away from Olivia, his hand grabbing her wrist, he wrapped it up quickly holding tight, Stolte standing at the door, "Oh crap!" he snapped seeing the mess on Olivia's bed, "I will call the Doc!" he kept trying to keep calm, but he couldn't believe it. "Nikki, we're bringing Hart up, she's," he couldn't say the words, "She's cut bad…" he spoke into the radio watching Patterson lifting her up keeping a hold onto her wrist.
The gate buzzed open, the gurney came in as quickly as yesterday night except this time, this time it wasn't Lincoln, and it was Olivia.
White gloves were on her hand, when the gurney stopped in the medical room. Nikole looked over Olivia, the blood still oozing from the self-given wound.
"Fuck." Nikole hissed, grabbing medical supplies. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She continued. Checking Olivia and her pulse. Talking mainly to herself. "Pulse thready, stop bleeding, Cardio..." She was moving around Olivia's body. The blood covering her gloves, getting over her white lab coat. Pushing a cloth against her wrist and holding it tightly.
Patterson didn't want to leave, he kept hold of the one of Olivia's hand that wasn't cut, he kept looking to her, she was wide away, "Why you do this?" he kept looking into her brown eyes, her face drained of all colour, her eyes kept focused on him.
"I don't want to wait no more boss..." she whispered, she didn't look at Nikole, she knew that the Doctor wasn't going to be giving her a purple grape lollipop, no, she wasn't going to be doing that for a while.
"You really don't know, you could get a stay," he kept looking to her, "I thought you was smarter than that." he kept looking to her.
Olivia shook her head, "I've been locked up ten years, I ain't ever going to be free, I just want it over, let me die!"
Nikole kept a serious look on her face, she didn't take kindly to people who tried committing Suicide, under any circumstances.
Clearing her throat, she glanced to her watch. "As soon as you become stable enough for transport. I'm moving you to Physic Ward for forty-eight hours." Her voice was Doctorly.
"Forty eight hours..." Olivia laughed, "Seriously," she kept trying to laugh, her eyes closed.
Patterson kept looking to Nikole, "I never would of thought..." he was trying to make it clear, "As soon as I saw her, I, mean," he looked to her arm, "She was the last person I'd suspect."
Nikole half shrugged, "Guess sometimes, you just never really know."
Patterson nodded; he kept looking to Olivia, before glancing back to Nikole and then the clock. "Have you got Burrow's thing soon?" he pointed to the clock, it was thirty five past eleven now, and he kept looking to Olivia closing her eyes.
Nodding she looked down at her white lab coat, the blood settling into it. "I'm gonna, try to clean up before I need to head down there." She sighed, heading toward her office and the sink.
Katie walked into the office, "I can take it from here Nikki," she placed a hand on her shoulder while looking to Olivia.
Patterson nodded, "I'll walk you to," he stopped, "We better make a move now," he added while looking to Katie finishing off with Olivia.
"I'll call psych wing, and let them know that they have a inmate on the way..." Katie added with a smile.
Nikole barely had time to wash her face before having to head down to Administrative Segregation to give Lincoln his final physical. Her white lab coat she tried to wash the blood from the cuffs and her chest and now they looked clearly like bloodstains that had been washed out hastily.
As the cell door open Lincoln looked up, nervously glad to see Nikole the Senior medical Doctor and not Sara. He looked worried when he saw the patches of blood on her coat, "Turn the lights on." Nikole snapped to the co, when the lights went on Lincoln closed and covered his eyes. The brightness hurt. "Sorry I didn't have time to clean up properly Linc." Nikole sounded stressed out.
"It's okay, Doc." He saw her taking the lab cost off as she walked in to sit with him. "What happened?" He asked curiously.
"Some inmate tried killing themselves." She was careful when she spoke. Taking her stethoscope from her bag.
"Who?" Lincoln asked, he'd gotten a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach while pulling up his shirt. Nikole listening to his heartbeat, it was faster than she expected. "Linc, you know I can't..." She felt worse now. "It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone Nik, I'm gonna be getting the chair." He exhaled. Pulling his shirt down.
Nikole didn't speak, taking out the blood pressure cuff. Her eyes scanned the floor, "It was... " She stopped again looking into his eyes while putting the cuff around his upper arm. The light flickered in his eyes an she knew that he knew. "Is she okay?" He panicked.
"She's alive I don't think she is okay though Lincoln." her voice lower.
"How? When?" He held his fingers together as they shook a bit. "... Not that long ago with the plastic knife from chow." She knew she was breaking every rule within the Doctors code but having been in the middle of Lincoln and Olivia recently she didn't see the problem, not to mention Lincoln was being executed in a few hours. "Fuck..." Lincoln said darkly. "I'm sorry." Nikole took the cuff off and they remained silent with each other again.
Lincoln's fingers still shaking together, Nikole put her hand over his shaking fists. Squeezing them softly. "Deep breath." She whispered seeing him doing just that.
"Tonight; the Senior Doctor has to be there, so I will be, If you have any questions... I know its the last thing on your mind right now, but I'll try to answer them." Nikole's hand was still over his fists, Lincoln's mind clocking in over time. He tried not to be snappy with the Doctor who had been nothing but good to him his entire stay at Fox River. " When I get to eat. Where I'm supposed to walk. How it's gonna feel when they tighten the belts. Any of that gonna help come midnight?" He snapped and That felt bad about it. "Sorry." He looked down to the floor, closing his eyes he was so angry about so many things he wanted to cry. "It's fine, Linc." Nikole brought her hand to rub the middle of his back trying to comfort him. "How is Michael?" Lincoln asked.
"He's anxious to see you. Unfortunately, we've been told that that's not possible until final visitation." Nikole pointed out.
Lincoln could since she was nervous. "You've been through this before?" He wondered.
Nikole shifted, "Once." They fell silent.
The air between them was a mixture of sadness and fear with a hint of understanding. "Can I ask favour?" He looked up catching Nikole's blue eyes scanning him as she nodded. "When I'm gone..." He stopped for a minute, "Can you - make sure ... Michael doesn't fuck Tancredi." His voice was serious, maybe like when old friends talk to each other - and they were old friends. (Kind of) "I- Okay." Nikole wanted to honour his favour, "And look after him, Olivia to." He nodded. "Okay Lincoln." She zipped her bag up and stood. "Promise?" Lincoln caught her hand with his, keeping Nikole with him as they shared an eye connection. "Promise." Nikole nodded.
Moving she felt their hands slip away from each other's and Nikole left the small cell.
