Michael was slowly opening his eyes slowly, he knew from how he was seeing the office, he was lying on his stomach, the whole room was a bright haze. Having to blink a few times before focus. Michael looked to legs, up the legs to a body, until he met the face of Nikole sitting and waiting for him to come to, he kept looking at her feeling groggy.

Looking from the pad of paper on her desk, with Bic. pen in her hands, she kept looking to Michael every few seconds. The fact she'd spent all night in the Infirmary for him to wake up.
Finally seeing his eyes open slowly. She put the pen down, getting up. Taking a few steps over. She lent down to be level with his face. "Michael," her voice soft. "It's Nikole, how are you feelin'?" She asked.

Michael blinked a few more times to get her face into focus. "I'm," he stopped talking for a second, "Pretty sore." he stated while feeling his hands to his face, he kept looking to Nikole, "How you feeling?" he kept watching her face, for some reason for the past few days, she didn't seem so pissed off with him.

Nikole had a small forced smile. "I'm okay." She kept looking over him. "Are you feeling nauseous, dizzy, anything like that?" She asked him while touching his forehead making sure the medication wasn't giving him a fever or chills.

"No, just sore," he kept lying down, his eyes kept focused on her stomach that was within the level of his eyes, he still felt groggy from the local anaesthesic. "Really sore." he moved to be now sitting upright, his eyes going to Nikole's again. "Do I get to see it?" he asked feeling his hand to the bandage.

Nikole watched him, " Bandage has to stay on for now, no." She wasn't mean about it, just realistic.
Walking to the cabinet she unlocked it, taking out a bottle. Shaking two pills of Morphine Sulphate. Before getting a cup of chilled water. "Here, painkillers."

"Seriously," Michael stated now, "How bad is it?" he felt like a broken record player while trying to get an idea of how badly he was burned, he could only close his eyes for a mini seconds and remember the feeling of the hot metal against his skin making him open his eyes again.

"Bad enough that'd I'd take the pain pills." Nikole could only remember all to well the raw burn on Michael's right shoulder. "Did your Cellmate do this to you, Michael?" It was standard procedure to ask such questions.

Michael broke into a smile, "Sucre? No." he kept thinking of what Sucre was going about now, he knew he was going to be in the hot seat, the fact was they were found in the cell, Michael on the ground, and shirtless, with Sucre behind him holding his shoulders.
It would of looked of one of two things. One, Sucre was about to hurt him more...
Or Two, Sucre and him were getting up to some prison fun time.

Nikole lent back against her desk, "So, who did hurt you?" She tilted her head off to the side, Unsure why she was expecting an actual answer from Michael Scofield.

Michael kept focused on Nikole, he inhaled, "This is the part where I don't answer you." he kept watching her, but the fact was, there wasn't an answer he could give her, well he could tell her the truth and be in a lot more trouble than he was right now.

Nikole looked a little ticked for a minute, "Okay, I'll have you sent back to your cell." She didn't look at him as she stood up straight, walking out of the Office looking to the Correctional Officer, "He's all yours."
She went into a smaller office, as The C.O. held out his handcuffs toward Michael.

Sara walked into the hallway of the infirmary wing. She pulled her bag up her shoulder before walking into the office seeing Nikole on her own. "So did I miss anything while away?" she asked trying to sound cheerful, the fact of spending all that time in bed, feeling like someone was chopping her head off, she felt a lot better being able to breathe through her nose again.

Nikole looked up, "Actually, yes, yes you did..." She explained about Michael getting burnt before gesturing for her to follow, toward a tin of cotton balls, she picked up a tiny piece of black charred navy fabric with the tweezers. "This was melted into Michael's skin. I found it during the debridement procedure." She held it up toward the light.

Sara kept looking to the fabric, "Well I know that isn't standard prison uniform..." she kept looking to Nikole, "I just, wait." her eyes moving from Nikole to the fabric, "That was in Scofield's skin?"

Nikole put the tweezers back down, "Yeah, but it's no big deal." Her eyes looking over Sara as she yawned. "Just wanted someone else's opinion."

Sara nodded, "I think that is from a guards uniform..." she said taking a closer look at it, then looked to Nikole once more, "we should tell the pope." her voice light, then looked around, "also, wasn't Hart meant to be here for her pill and Examination?"

Nikole narrowed her eyes. "Morris, is under Physic Ward's personal now. No, don't tell Pope... Not yet, we haven't ruled out Inmates yet." Nikole was looking at Sara seriously. Sara was only an inch taller.

Sara took a step back, her hand rested on the table, "That's a shame," she felt bad for the woman, only reason to be there, and it was stupid keeping her alive just to kill her. "Well, I just need to." she pointed to the door, "I won't be too long." she walked out of the office, she knew that this needed to be reported, and she was going to be the one to do it. Then so be it.

Nikole cleared her throat, walking into the Physic Ward. She wore her freshly Bleached lab coat.
"Doctor Wilson, funny we don't see you much around these parts." The man wearing all white buzzed her through the first set of gates.
"We'll I'm visiting someone..." Nikole looked over him, "You don't mind?" She smiled was charmingly and a little flirty at him.
Making him look like he jizzed his pants. "Not at all!" He buzzed her into the second gate. "Who... Who are you visiting?" He wondered.
"Ah, Olivia, Morris." She smiled at him again.

"Oh, she has free time... So the Rec room." He nodded.
"Thanks." Nikole headed down the hallway.

Olivia was sitting on a chair, at a table while looking to the white piece of paper in front of her; she felt like she was floating on a cloud, her finger dipped into some purple paint, non-toxic. She brushed her hands over the paper making a picture of a bunny rabbit, she glanced to the door, her eyes focused on the woman, she didn't say anything before scratching her wrist lightly before getting purple paint all over her bandage.

Nikole was looking around at everyone, she noticed Charles/Haywire watching the T.V. just staring off into it. Walking to sit in front of Olivia, taking her own piece of white paper. "Can I paint too?" She asked looking at Olivia.

"Yeah," her voice soft, "It's nice," she glanced over to Nikole while pointing; "Be careful," her warning was calm. "Sometimes Peter eats the paper," she nodded, "He doesn't like woman." she added with a finger over her lip lightly, her eyes going back to her painting of bunnies.

"I'll remember that." Nikole put her finger into the orange paint, drawing a flower slowly. "How are you feeling, Olivia?" She asked keeping her voice soft, looking around the room again.

Nikole looked confused for a minute, before realizing, Olivia had no idea about the stay of Execution.
Cleaning her finger off of Orange paint. Nikole dipped her finger into the blue. Adding a blue stem and leafs to the orange flower. ",'Livia, I forgot you don't know, Lincoln - his Execution was delayed."

"He," she tilted her head lightly to one side, "That's nice for now..." she kept looking to her bunnies. "So, you're here just to," she looked to her wrist, "They gave me pills here..." she added.

"I know they did, I just came to visit you." Nikole smiled softly. "I like your bunnies." She pointed at the paper in front of Olivia.

"You know Michael has a phobia of Bunnies," she nodded, then for a second closed her eyes, "Also, once he was shut in his locker, freaked out..." her voice trailed off while looking to the TV, "He doesn't like being trapped in the dark." she placed a finger to her lips, "but Shhh I never told you..."

The same man who was watching the front gates came into the Rec Room. "Doctor Wilson, you're requested in AdSeg its a level one request."
Nikole looked from Olivia to the Guard in white. "Okay. We'll Olivia, I'll come visit you again, okay?" She stood up. Feeling nervous.

Olivia waved off Nikole, she then put a little too much on her fingers before flicking them over to Haywire, "you're blocking the PowerPuff girls!" she moaned while flicking more paint up his back.

Haywire was more sedated than Olivia, he didn't seem to move, just kept blinking as the colours on the T.V. moved around, until he felt paint hitting him, he looked down, he looked scared. That wasn't meant to be there.

Nikole was getting to AdSeg as quickly as possible. The C.O. opened the cell. "Lights on in twelve!" The C.O. said into his radio.
The light went on and her hand covered her mouth. "Wait outside." Nikole said to the C.O. walking into the cell. "Michael..." Nikole said softly.

Michael kept completely still, his hand in front of him was covered in blood, his sweater hand been pulled into lots of little pieces, he kept looking forward, not moving or blinking, it was like Michael wasn't there, it was just a blank page.

Nikole came to sit in front of Michael carefully, looking at the blood covering his hand. She felt her stomach twisting, as she touched his wrist, her eyes catching the bloody maze of lines on the cell wall. "Lemme see your eyes." She carefully brought her hands to pull his head up slowly, taking out her light, shining it into Michael's eyes, and seeing his pupils staying the same.
Putting his head back in the same position it was, carefully. "I'm goin' to at your hand." She took it his hand into hers.

Michael kept still, his head moving lightly to be resting on her knee, he didn't seem to have any awareness of anything around him, the fact was, Michael Scofield was no longer in a position of thought or matter, he was simply a shell.

Nikole touched his head softly, "You'll be okay, you'll be okay." Nikole's voice soft, bringing her bag close to her, getting out bandages for his hand. She felt like she was going to be sick and after that, on a murder streak.

The doors leading into the meeting room were closed for privacy, but Nikole brushed through them and they slammed closed behind her, making everyone look, to the woman wearing fitted low rise blue jeans, black dress heel shoes and a red Cotton shirt. One sleeve wasn't a sleeve but a thick tank top styled strap and the other sleeve was a long one, ending at her wrist.
Her blonde hair that had been up in a bun at work was now down around her shoulders.
"You fucking ginger junkie-bitch!" Nikole shouted, her ice blue eyes focused on Sara.

Jenny stood up, her long tie dyed dress was touching the ground, she glanced to Nikole, "I sense you have a lot of hostility blocking your aura..."
Sara kept frozen on her chair, she couldn't understand why on earth was Nikole here, and second of all why she was yelling at her, so all she sit was sat still on the chair.

Nikole's eyes snapped to the girl in the Tie dyed dress and narrowed her eyes, pointing at her. "Shut your trap your Hippy and wash your hair!" She snapped looking back to Sara. "I told you! I told you - not to go to Pope about what I found and you went behind my back! You." She stepped closer to the woman she worked with. "You, got Michael sent to adseg, and you are the reason he's in physic ward right now!"

Bellick glanced from Sara to Nikole, "Hey you know, you can sit with me if you want..." he kept his eyes on Nikole. Jenny touched her hair sitting down looking upset, her hands going to her knees trying to keep quiet.

"Oh and you!" She snapped looking to Bellick, "You can shut the fuck up, putting David in a cell with a known diddler!" She glared at him darker than she had been. "I'd rather pull my own finger nails off than sit beside you! You aren't even a real addict!"

Bellick kept quiet, the woman on his right slowly moved away from him, she wasn't impressed.
Sara turned around, she got to her feet, "I'm sorry for what happened to Michael," her eyes kept still, "But I am doing what you should have done," her voice serious, "I mean you're so obsessed with control, but you can't keep that information if there is a C.O out there hurting the inmates."

Nikole turned around to quickly for anyone to see it coming; she brought her hand up and slapped Sara across the face with a loud cracking sound. Her voice was still dark but dangerously low, "We didn't even rule out Inmates yet - I told you not too! You went over my head and you are responsible for this! Not me, you!"

Sara stood holding her cheek, her eyes looking to Nikole, her mouth hung open, not even sure what had just happened. "Why do you care so much about this inmate," she snapped, her hand still holding her cheek, "I mean, are in love with him?" she asked hoping she'd say no, she didn't like anyone else liking Michael like she liked him.

Nikole looked at her, her eyes narrowing even more. "Not at all, I care a lot for all of my Inmates, it doesn't mean I love him." She laughed darkly. "I'm not you Sara."

It was like the air was sucked from the room, she kept serious for a moment, "I care about the inmates..." she kept her tone cool, she wasn't going to lose her head, "But you're the one in here, yelling at me for going over your head." her hands folded over her chest, "It seems your the one taking this way to personal, not me, so why am I the one who is in love with Michael, when you come all this way, to hit me and make yourself look like a fool." she stopped holding her hand up, "Wait, I'm not the bi-polar lunatic that was nearly kicked out of medical school..."

Nikole smiled, clearing her throat while looking at Sara, her eyes sparkled. "Well; when you put it that way." She grinned. Punching her in the face knocking her back. "Have a good evening." She looked over Sara who was on the floor. "You Ginger-Junkie." She nodded, fixing her shirt to expose some cleavage, smiling at Bradley. "Want to blow this Popsicle stand and buy me a drink?" She suggested, naturally if she worked over Brad he wouldn't mention this to anyone and the rest of these people were either druggies or boozers, her word over theirs.

Bellick looked from Sara to Nikole, getting to his feet, "Sure," he felt for a second maybe he stood a chance with her, he didn't even look back to the group consoling Sara.
"You should phone the police, press charges..." Jenny said glaring to the door.
Sara shook her head sitting back down, "no, no it's what she thinks I will do..." she kept shaking, "don't worry, I've had worse..."

"I'll let you touch my boob, if you never mention what happened inside of that room again." Nikole glanced to him as they were outside, and the night air was crisp.

Bellick kept still for a moment in front of her, he placed his hands to fold across his chest, "See this is what I find amusing," he kept his tone cocky, "That I witness your assault on the other Doc, and you think one boob touch is gonna do it for me Toots..."

Nikole rolled her eyes, "Well, I was going to offer a full, top-up, bra-down squeeze... But if you aren't interested?" Nikole tilted her head at him. Her blue eyes twinkled under the streetlight.

For a second there was a moment of who was going to back down first. "But then beggars can't be choosers." he glanced around, "We can go to my truck..." he glanced to the parking lot, and had a dirty smirk on his face.

"Naturally, I like a man with a big truck." Nikole reminded herself, this wasn't cheating, this was... Securing her name in the job industry. Walking with Bradley toward his truck.

Michael sat in the Rec room, he kept looking around, his eyes found Olivia with the finger paints, but right now he had something more important to do, he walked over to Haywire sitting by him, "Hello, roomie. You were right about my tattoo. It is a path, just like you thought. And I need you to remember when you saw it, Haywire. I need you to remember what it looked like. Do you think you can do that for me?" he kept looking to Haywire, he felt Olivia sitting beside him now.

Haywire's eyes were buggy and unfocused with Michael, but it seemed like it was following him. He looked toward the T.V. than back to Michael; "Who're you?" He asked.

Michael kept looking to Haywire, he side glanced to Olivia resting her hand on his shoulder, "He's the bunny king," she said more to Haywire, "He's real nice..." she kept smiling, turning to look into Michael's eyes, "you're really pretty," she licked his mole.
Michael rubbed his face, "Olivia, Ew!" he felt his eyes going to her, "Last time you acted like this was when you had your appendix taken out..." he then turned back to Haywire. "Scofield. Michael Scofield."

Haywire kept looking between the two people, Olivia was silly, and she was his friend... At least he thought she was. He stared at Michael, he looked like someone he'd met before but it slipped away. "Doesn't ring a bell..." He trailed off.

"I told you," Olivia looked to Haywire, "Charles, he's is the bunny king!"
"I am not the Bunny king!" Michael kept starting at Olivia, "Stop calling me that!" he felt like he was going to have a lot of work cut out for him. "General Population. Officer Bellick assigned you to my cell. I have a tattoo. You drew it. Haywire, do I look even vaguely familiar to you?" he pointed out.
Olivia blinked, "You hate tattoos..." she kept still, "you hate them, you told me, told me you hate them."
Michael placed his hand over his face, "Olivia, I am talking to Haywire!"
Olivia held her hands up, "Oh, fine..."
"Haywire, do you remember?" Michael kept focused on him now.

Haywire kept staring at Michael. "Bunny king." He said grinned to himself but kept staring at Michael. "Are you...? Are you, the guy…? Who stole my toothpaste?"

Michael moved closer with a smile, "Yes. Yes. I stole your toothpaste. So you do remember." He kept feeling good.
Olivia gasped, "you stole his toothpaste..." she tutted waving her finger. "That is bad Michael..."
"Olivia," Michael turned and looked at her, "For once, please..." he pointed to his mouth making a zipper motion.
Olivia pouted, "Oh, I see how it is." she inhaled looking away from them.
"Candy Man..." a nurse said waving pills in a cup, "Misses Hart, Mister Patoshik..." she looked to the small gathering of crazy inmates.
Olivia jumped up taking her pills and made an AHH noise showing the inside of her mouth.

Haywire came to take the little paper cup, with his pills inside of it. He tipped it back into his mouth, swallowing them up, Opening his mouth and crushing the cup.
Putting it back on the tray. The nurse was inspecting their mouths before smiling. "Mister Scofield."

"No, thank you..." Michael kept his tone dry; he ignored the cup in the woman's hand.
The nurse stood there still, "Medication is mandatory. It's just a mild sedative prescribed by Doctor. Wilson. Come on." she waved the small cup.
Michael sighed, "Then I'll talk to her directly. I'm feeling better."
"Oh, really? That's great. Now take the pill." she was less friendly this time.
Olivia glanced from the nurse to Michael, "Take them, they're nummy..."

Haywire nodded slowly, "Take them..." His voice was shaky. When the Nurse saw Michael wasn't cooperating she exhaled. "Carter! Will you come here a minute!" She snapped.
A man came over, putting his hands on Michael's shoulder, without the burn. "Take your pills." He was nice for now.

"I don't need medication." Michael felt nervous, a nurse who looked like she ate more than all the pies, and the man holding his shoulder.
He kept looking to Michael, "Swallow it. Or it's going in the rear door." he kept his tone formal, but it had the threat edge that you didn't want to see it bluff.
Michael took the cup placing the pills in his mouth, and the man checked to make sure he's swallowed them.
Watching them both walk away, he took the pills out of his mouth throwing them far away from him. He then looked to Haywire, "You were right, Haywire. I did steal your toothpaste. And you drew that tattoo from memory. And I need you to do it again." he looked over his face, "Gad damn it!" he looked to Olivia in the same haze, her hand on his face. "Olivia... oh god Olivia..." he looked into her eyes.
She was smiling, "Your pretty..." she placed her head on his shoulder now closing her eyes.
Michael trying to keep his cool, just patted her head lightly, "Okay," he now needed to think of a plan, he glanced to Olivia's wrist, "I really don't get you Olivia..."

Haywire kept staring distantly at Michael, the pills working his brain almost instantly.
Before turning back to the T.V. Penguins waddling around on the screen. But to him they were not Penguins; they were little black and white blobs.

Michael was now sitting with Olivia at the table, the next round of pills were being given out, again, he watched Olivia take hers, Haywire take his. He looked to Olivia playing with her clay, "Come on," he watched Haywire at the window, "We're going to play a game." he said to her holding out a hand.
For a second Olivia kept looking from her clay to Michael, "What kinda game?" her voice was hazy.
Michael smiled, "A game with Haywire," he felt her fingers holding onto his hand walking over to Haywire, "Come with me..." he said while pulling his free hand on his back pushing him towards a room.

Before Haywire could protest, he was pushed into the supply room, his fingers twiddling each other's, he looked around the place, "I don't wear a diaper!" He said quickly, looking back at Michael. Eyes wide.

"I never said you did." Michael kept the door closed, he looked to Olivia, "You just stand there..." he let her hand go, placing both his hands on her shoulder, "you're playing look out." he looked into her eyes. "Olivia..." he waved a hand, "Olivia!"
"I'm going to miss the PowerPuff girls!" she folded her arms and pouted.
Michael grunted under his breath, "Right," he turned looking to Haywire; "you've got something in your teeth..." he got closer to the man.

"What?" Haywire looked lost to the man, standing in front of him, it freaked him out a little bit. "I don't..." He said again, Michael kept getting closer; Haywire was against the wall now.

Michael kept advancing, "Oh you do," he held his fingers up, "Right back there!" he pushed his fingers into Haywire's mouth, he kept pushing feeling Haywire's gag reflex, "Come on..." he muttered waiting for Haywire to throw the pills up.
Olivia kept standing watching the scene feeling like she should be telling, but kept still.

Feeling the fingers in the back of his throat, choking him in a way, making his eyes water, his face hurt. He pushed Michael away, leaning over, his hand against the wall as he puked up the pills and the white liquid from his morning milk. "Why are you doing this?" He didn't fully understand.

Olivia looked down to the sick, she looked to Michael, "Why did you do that?" her voice mimicking Haywire's tone.
Michael looked from Olivia back to Haywire, "I am helping you. Remember what you used to call those little pills?" he asked leaning forward. "Invisible handcuffs." Michael stated lightly, "Handcuffs on your mind." he tapped his temple. "You hate them. Remember?" he finished kept watching Haywire.
Olivia folded her arms, "This isn't a fun game..." her eyes going to Haywire, "Come on, we've got to finish our clay house..." she took Haywire's hand walking them both out of the room.

When the afternoon wore on. Haywire sat beside Olivia the two of them watching the T.V. the PowerPuff girls on, Haywire watched for the colours. The words didn't make many sense to him, he couldn't focus long enough on them to understand, even if he's medical wasn't in his system.

Olivia kept watching the bright colours, she wasn't really following the story, just the bright pink, blue and green.
Michael sat next to Olivia, "Hey," he whispered to her.
For a second Olivia didn't look, but slowly turned to see Michael's face, "Hey Bunny king."
"Olivia, can I have a moment with Haywire?" he whispered, he watched Haywire watching the TV.
Olivia shook her head, "He doesn't like you, you made his tummy hurt, so you say anything you want, I am staying..." her eyes going back to the TV.
Michael got up sitting in front of Haywire now, "I need you to focus. I need you to remember what you drew." he glanced to the orderly, then moved.
"Haywire, Olivia, time for group," he walked over picking Haywire up, but knowing Olivia would follow. "Come buddy..."

"Group." Haywire exhaled, happily forgetting Michael tormenting him with questions. ",'Livia..." Haywire looked behind him making sure Olivia was following with him.

Michael had watched everyone finishing group, he walked to Olivia again, "I really need your help," he kept focused on her, but Haywire was using the bathroom. "I need you to help him remember my tattoo..." he waved. "Olivia, focus."
"Tattoo," Olivia shook her head, "Michael, is it worth it," her eyes kept watching his.
Michael nodded, "you want to see Lincoln right?" he watched her nod slowly, "Well, if we get out, you can be with him..."
Olivia turned around seeing Haywire, "fine, but I'll have to get him to the room," she watched Michael walking away going to Haywire, "Hey Charles..." she kept smiling, "I wanna show you something."

Haywire stared at her, "Me? Oh... Okay." He trusted her; she walked over to her slowly, his fingers picking at his white jump suit. "What kind of something?" He wondered, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

Olivia looked to the door, it was Michael waiting for them, he kept looking to Haywire, "did you think about the map?" he asked him seriously, and he kept looking to Olivia who was standing beside Haywire protectively.

Haywire was staring at Michael, "It's... A pathway." Haywire looked over Michael.
His large eyes were glancing to Olivia beside him.

Michael slowly took off his shirt; he kept looking from Haywire to Olivia showing off the tattoo. Olivia looked from Michael's bare chest, back to Haywire; "A path, you can remember it?" she asked trying to keep herself calm.

Michael nodded, "but you can remember..." he kept looking to Olivia, "I mean, he will..." he was trying to get her attention. "What?"
"Nothing," she pointed, "big guy out there," she pointed to look at the big looking guy with curly hair.
Michael walked to the door looking to Manche. "I'll be a moment..." he walked into the hall leaving Olivia and Haywire alone.
"So, you think you can remember?" she took out a notepad and pen, handing it to him, "I stole it for you..." she giggled.

Haywire grinned at her, "Thanks!" He took the notepad and the pen, fiddling them in his hands.
As he, stared to Michael's back, biting his lip. His eyes went huge. "The... Path!" He put his head close to the notepad. Starting with a line, than another.

Olivia got up, she walked to Michael placing her hand, she listened to him, "Tell him I'm okay, and that I'm trying to fill in the blanks. He'll know what that means." he kept serious.
Olivia poked her head into the view of the man, "Oh, tell him, He owes me Tots!" she giggled going back into the room looking to Haywire.

Manche gave Olivia a strange look before Michael, "Filling in the blanks?" His thick eyebrows pulled together.

Manche stared, seeing the burn on Michael's back; he remembered the burn in the Guard's uniform. He gasped and almost ran off.

Michael kept looking around the Rec room, he could see Haywire watching him, he felt sick, Olivia was painting again, he kept trying to think of a way of keeping her, but getting rid of Haywire, the fact was, he was needing to get out of here, he gotten what he needed.

Nikole had entered the Rec Room; she was slowly biting her lower lip. Before spotting Michael in the sea of white jump suits.
She walked over to him, "They said you wanted to talk to me?" Her voice was soft.

Michael smiled to Nikole, "Yeah. Yeah," he waited for her to sit down with him, he kept focused on Olivia while she was finger painting and watching him. "I made you something." he reached around taking out a bowl like thing, "It's an ashtray..." he pointed out lightly.

Nikole took it looking over the smooth clay and smiled, "That's very kind o you Michael but... I don't smoke." she let out a small laugh looking over him. Glad he was responsive.

Michael nodded, "I know but..." he stopped as Olivia rushed over putting something around Nikole's neck quickly sitting the other side of her. "Olivia already made you the macaroni necklace..." he pointed out factly.

Nikole touched the necklace around her neck and smiled to Olivia, "Thank you very much Olivia, thank you, both of you."

"I think we both know I don't belong here. I don't remember much about that night, but being locked up in Ad Seg, something must have snapped. What I'm trying to say is, I think I've had enough of arts and crafts. But that's your call." Michael kept focused on Nikole, he kept trying to ignore the fact that Olivia was plating Nikole's ponytail. "Well, I'm better, does she really need to be on the medication?" he asked trying to keep his tone low.

"The doctors here do say that you've been acting fine. The problem is that if you don't tell the Pope who burned you, he's gonna lock you back up in Ad Seg. And after a couple of days of that you're gonna be right back here." Nikole sighed, her eyes going to Olivia playing with her ponytail, "I'm scared if we take her off the drugs... She'll try to... Harm herself again."

"Yup, yup," Olivia nodded, she brushed her hand down Nikole's arm, "plus the fact Michael isn't getting along with Charles." she nodded.
Michael sighed, he kept looking to Nikole, "well, what ever is best for Olivia..." he kept his tone down, "Will the medication, does it effect her, physical skills?"

Nikole gave him a funny look, "No, but it does affect her, thinking skills... So if you were to say, try to make her run, she'll run but probably end up forgetting she was running in the first place." Nikole shrugged.

"Well I wouldn't have her," he exhaled, "Run..." he pointed out looking to Olivia looking into his eyes.
Olivia giggled, "Run Forest run..." she giggled before looking to Nikole, "Michael going to be leaving me soon?"

Nikole looked to Michael and back to Olivia, "That depends on if Michael is going to tell Pope about who burnt him. Because." She looked at Michael in the eyes now. "If he doesn't... Than he has to go back to Ad Seg.

Michael knew what she meant, but it was going to be a long while, well, he had no idea how he was going to get out of this.
Olivia kept looking to Michael before looking to Nikole, "well it was nice seeing you," she kept looking to her painting unfinished.

When the time past and Munche was picking up dirty art smocks and rags filled with paint, he noticed Michael and whispered; "You ready to get out of this aquarium, Fish?" As he continued putting dirty clothes away.

Michael glanced to Munche with a smile, "So what do we have to do?" he kept looking to him, back to Olivia sitting beside him while painting something, her eyes kept focused on the colours.

Munche smirked, feeling like he belonged. "We're gonna set up Geary." He spoke in short, low statements in case someone else was trying to listen.

Michael nodded, "so when it's going down," he kept looking to Olivia again, back to Munche, "cos I want that man to go down for what he did to her..." he kept watching Olivia with a look on her face he didn't like.

"A-SAP, this afternoon... All you gotta do it tell Pope it was Geary..." He nodded.

Michael kept looking around Gen pop, after getting out of the whack shack. He walked over to Westmoreland's cell; "Pope wanted me to give you this..." he smiled to the old man while placing the pocket watch on the table.

Charles opened it, softly, his fingers shaking; he put the picture of his daughter back into it. Exhaling, he gave Michael a small nod before leaving his own cell.

Michael kept nodding, "Well, you still on for the escape?" he kept smiling with a feeling, good about everything.

Charles had nodded, "Of course I am." He kept thinking about Anna, how long she had left, that was all he cared about.

Michael kept nodding, "Geary," he nodded, "nice choice," he kept looking around the cell, "Never thought I'd be happy to see my cell again." he added while looking to Westmoreland, "I mean, I think Olivia is going to be happier," he then nodded, "We're going to be doing this soon."

"How soon is soon, Michael?" Charles gave him that curious look, the look most people gave Michael, because they had no sweet clue what he was talking about.

Correctional Office Rizzo came onto the floor. "Yard time ladies! Shift it!" His voice echoed across the concrete of the walls and the metal of the stairs.

Walking into the yard, Michael kept looking over to the place where Lincoln and Olivia would normally be, but no one was there. He kept looking to Munche, "Hello..." he said while looking to him, "I am so grateful, you helped this."

Munche nodded. "No problem dude." He looked seeing T-Bag joining the party.
"Cuz!" Munche looked excited to see Fernando walking toward Michael and the two other people with a Basketball in his hands, so glad to see daylight again.

Michael walked over to Sucre giving him a Bromance hug, "You're out. It's good to see you, buddy." he let him go while feeling like this was going to be an awesome thing now; the escape was finally going to go right.

Fernando smiled at him, after the hug. "You to man." He glanced seeing T-bag looked ready to puke. "Y'all can sign each others yearbooks late'a! What's the plan, Pretty?"

Michael kept looking to everyone gathering around, "I know which pipes we need to take beneath psych ward now, which means our way to the infirmary is clear. With our new route, we're gonna come up on the far end of that building. Which means we gotta walk down 30 feet of hallway to get to the doctor's office. Our exit point." he kept his voice low, "Which means there's only one thing left of this whole thing." he inhaled, "The key to the infirmary..." he finished serious.

Fernando snorted a laugh. "Michael! You can't be serious!" He looked at him like he was joking, before his face dropped... "You aren't joking." He whispered.
"How do you plan on getting the key, Pretty?" T-Bag sucked his lower lip.

"Well, I'll worry about that," he then looked to the bus pulling into the gates, he felt like he was frozen looking as the men being transferred coming off the bus. The hair cut didn't fool anyone, but it was clear to see John Abruzzi was back.

"Jesus. Mary and Joseph..." Charles was shocked; you could still see red fresh wound marks around John's neck if you looked hard enough.
T-Bag's jaw dropped, his eyes shifted to look very worried.
Fernando stared in awe. "Oh... Wow."