Title: The Things We Do For Family.
Disclaimer: One, Two Better Not Sue!
Author: Anna Banana Bowbana Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnna!
Summary: What if Michael hadn't escaped?
Rating: T
Pairing: MICHAEL & SARA 4EVA!!!!
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The Things We Do For Family.
"You won't make it over those walls."
"I'm sorry Henry."
"Michael!"
"Have a little faith..."
"Please Michael! Stay with me!"
"Promise me! Promise me, Lincoln! Promise me you didn't do this!"
"I Swear Michael."
His eyes filled with tears, this was it.
He felt the same grogginess he'd first felt when he first woke up, "What happened?" he ask weakly and wearily to no one, he opened his eyes then jammed them shut at the pain that race through his head.
"You threw up and fell unconscious again." The words were spoken soothingly. Sara. Sara was still there. He felt relieved to have her standing there with him still, though he thought that part of the relief may have something to do with the drugs he knew he must have been on since before he woke up for the first time. "Ar-are you ok?" She seemed more cautious after his second vomit and collapse.
He slid his eyes open adjusting to the white light of the infirmary.
He felt weak and light-headed, and he was shaking. "Michael?" He still hadn't answered her. His throat was raw, his voice was quivering.
"Sara?" She seemed relieved he had responded. "Sara." His voice was pleading with her as he grabbed her hand. Her relief was quickly replaced by worried at his words. "Sara." he was choking; tears were welling up in his eyes.
"Michael," her tone was reassuring, but he still felt sick to his stomach.
Bam! He hit him, clocking his jaw. Bam! Bellick hit him back, slugging his gut. They struggled to the ground, wild punches flying everywhere. Bellick reached for his shotgun, Michael reached for his shank.
He managed to string a couple words together, willing himself not to cry. "Sara… Sara, I'm sorry. Oh god I'm so sorry." She tightened her grip on his hand and was about to say something when a CO walked in.
"He conscious?" The CO asked harshly. Sara hesitated. He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach at the CO words. He answered so she didn't have to, he had caused her enough pain.
"Yeah. I'm awake." He said trying to make his voice sound stronger. He let go of Sara's hand and tried to stand up without throwing up for a third time, it was difficult and he could feel the back of his mind wanting to black out, his legs wanting to give way and let him fall to the floor, his stomach wanting to expel any content whether there was any of not.
The CO simply marched into the room and pulled Michael hands swiftly to his back handcuffing him while Michael merely tried to keep standing and force his legs to move one pain filled step at a time.
He glanced back at her one last time; looking in her eyes he saw her emotion clearly in her eyes. Pain. When he looked in her eyes that's what he saw,
Pain,
Desperation,
Helplessness,
Hopelessness… It broke his heart to see that in her eyes, to see it and know he had and was at that moment causing it. He turned his face to the ground as he grimly forced himself to walk without his knees buckling underneath him.
She was crying in her car. Why? God why?! Her mind was a mess and all she could do was cry. Why? Why had she listened to him? Why hadn't she kept the promise she made to herself after she found out he was married, or the promise she made to herself and Katie when they had lunch, or the one she'd made when she was waiting to see his psychologist, or the one she made when he stole her keys… why didn't she listen to herself.
He gazed at her eyes one more time before sticking his head down as he rounded the corner in an obviously painful march.
It was against every medical, moral and humane bone in her body to let Michael Scofield walk out that door. It was against her Hippocratic Oath to let someone that obviously in need of medical attention walk out of that infirmary, especially knowing that the state he'd come back in would be a lot worse, especially when that person was Michael.
She sat down on an infirmary bed, trying to bring some sense back into her mind.
She'd tried to work her feelings out before, just after she'd left the door open but she was too upset, so upset in fact that she'd driven home and taken a bottle of pain relief drugs out of her jacket pocket intending to take them.
She held the needle inches from her skin. Ring, ring. Her phone made it's presents known. She stayed still for a second. Ring, ring. She began moving the needle forward again despite the phones objections. Ring, ring. The needle slowly made it's path into her skin. "You've reached Sara's house. Sorry I'm not here at the moment please leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can. Beep. Doctor Tancredi, this is CO Marks, this is my fourth message, please call Fox River as soon as you get this. Eight inmates have escaped. I repeat, Eight Inmates Have Escaped. Warden Pope wants to see you. And we sure have a lot of wounded up here. So PLEASE call us when you get this message. Beep.
She sat still on her couch, needle in her arm, words swimming in her mind.
Eight. Eight Inmates. It was ringing in her head.
She was so nearly there…
He lied to her…
So close…
Eight inmates…
All she had to do was push down on the top of the needle…
Betrayal. That's what it was betrayal. Ha, who would have thought, a Fox River inmate lying to their doctor…
Push it, just do it…
Why was she so stupid? Or maybe she just didn't wanna know…
Just do it! It'll make everything better…
He meant so much to her, no matter how much she didn't want him to…
Forget. Just forget…
She meant nothing to him, just some stupid, dizzy, little doctor who had a crush on him. She was just some one to use, use in his stupid plan…
Leave it behind, leave everything behind…
Sure, she believed in Lincoln Burrows innocents, and that Michael truly wanted to save his brother but that was two men, not eight…
Leave the pain…
It's too much, far too much…
Leave it all, there's enough in the bottle...
It's too much for her, it's too much for anyone...
Leave it all behind. Leave life behind…
Ring, ring…Ring, ring… Ring, ring. "You've reached Sara's house. Sorry I'm not here at the moment please leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can. Beep. Doctor Tancredi, this is CO Marks again. We really need you here right now, we have at least one escapee in custody. He's pretty bad; Katie's got her hands full already. We really, really need your help down here. Please get down here as soon as you can. Beep.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The CO didn't say who the prisoner was, but there was a possibility that it was him.
Michael.
She pulled the needle out of her skin and put it down under a couch cushion and grabbed her car keys, leaving behind the drugs on the coffee table.
Too much was going on, far too much for her to be able to figure out her feelings.
So she got up and moved to the door where more wounded prisoners (the news of the escape reached the prisoner and they began celebrating and many cells escalated into violence) waited, the guards injured in calming the prisoners and searching for the escaped were treated first before the prisoners.
She didn't have time to think about her feelings, especially ones about Michael Scofield... no matter how she felt about him.
He was looking out at the mess they had the nerve to call a prison when Sucre came up behind him and said grimly, "Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish."
He walked down the familiar corridors to the Warden's office. Every step was painful, a sharp agonising pain in his right leg as he retraced the steps he'd taken hours earlier.
He stumbled, almost falling to the ground; the CO just pushed him forward so he continued his slightly floozy and wild walk. He recognised even through his own pain, just how much pain and death it had to taken to get his brother out of prison. And even through his own pain, physical and mental, and the pain of others around him, pain that he'd caused, he knew that if time were to do it self over that he'd still do anything to save his brother's life.
Walking through his pain every step seemed to take hours, his side felt like it was on fire and it was only then he remembered he'd been stabbed but he couldn't quite conjure the memory.
He snapped back to reality and realised he was being dragged by two COs, "wha-what…" he managed hopelessly.
"On your feet Scofield." One of the COs said gruffly and pulled him up onto his feet.
It was a bad move on the CO's part.
As soon as he was pulled up a wave of dizziness and nausea hit him and he suddenly remembered that his and Bellick's conflict had ended in a stab and a shot.
Pain bolted through his leg and forced him to the ground before the COs could reach him.
He would have vomited but his stomach wouldn't let him, instead he started coughing again but this time he was coughing up blood. He was coughing harder then he ever knew he could and he was hacking up blood from God knows where, he couldn't stop and the pain spread from his chest to all over his body, the pain was too much and darkness was working it's way over him, his blood was all over his hands and the floor, and the cough would just start again and again, he couldn't stop it, he couldn't breathe, and a wave of black was clouding his sight till there was nothing but bitter sweet darkness.
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