【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which she helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Michael interrogated Cameron suspiciously and uneasily as he rushed to stand between him and Phoebe in their cell. Cameron held his hands up in defense, shaking his head.
"Look man, I was just helping Phoebe. I was trying to check her injury, just trying to make sure she's okay." Cameron explained, finally lowering his hands. Michael sat besides Phoebe on the bed, panting as he tried to catch his breath after running up the stairs and to their cell.
"Injury?" Michael asked worriedly, giving Phoebe a once over. "You're hurt? Who hurt you?" He bombarded. Phoebe held a hand up to calm him down.
"I hit my head on the bars." She explained, motioning to the cell door. "The asshole who threw you over the rails pushed me. I think I'm okay, probably just a little scratch." She reassured. "Who's blood is that, Michael?" She asked before he could say or ask anything else. Michael sighed.
"Some inmate stabbed T-Bag's buddy and threw him at me. I managed to take the bolt from him, but T-Bag only saw me over his buddy's body. He's gonna think I killed him." Michael explained stressfully. Phoebe frowned and nodded slowly.
"Are you hurt?" She asked. Cameron watched their interaction with a cocked brow. Phoebe sat there, head bleeding, asking a man that was perfectly fine if he was okay. Cameron gulped, his heart painfully aching at the sight. Michael nodded.
"I'm okay, I promise I didn't get hurt." He reassured. "Show me your wound." Michael pleaded. Cameron glared at Michael, watching Phoebe nod and quickly turn to show Michael the back of her head. Michael moved her hair aside carefully, examining her.
"I'm a nurse, I can check her wound." Cameron said, making the duo snap their heads at him. "I swear I'm just trying to help you, Bee." Cameron murmured. Michael furrowed his brows at the nickname that usually only he called Phoebe. Phoebe glared at him.
"Does it look bad, Mike?" Phoebe asked her trusted companion. Michael sighed and shook his head.
"I can't tell..." He admitted dreadfully. He wasn't too keen on allowing this stranger (although it seemed he was no stranger to Phoebe) to touch her in any way, but he sighed and nodded. "We should let him check, if you're okay with it." Michael suggested. Phoebe sighed.
"Fine." She snapped, her aggression surprising Michael, before standing up and standing in front of Cameron, the two standing close— too close for Michael's comfort. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and Michael was sure they were going to kiss, a strange mix of various negative feelings bubbling inside him. Phoebe snapped out of the trance and turned around, allowing Cameron to check her. Phoebe winced, her eyes shutting and her teeth clenching together painfully.
"You're hurting her." Michael snapped. Cameron gave Michael a glare and then turned back to look at Phoebe's head, ignoring Michael.
"It's not too bad, but you will need stitches. It's swollen and bruised around the cut." Cameron explained quickly, the sounds of officers shouting at inmates continuing outside the cell. "You'll need to keep it clean, use some ice or something cold to help the bruising and swelling. I'd do the stitches myself, but unfortunately I can't here." He finalized, moving his hands away from her hair, which were now stained with splotches of blood. Phoebe bit her lip nervously and nodded, sitting besides Michael.
"Okay... uh... thanks, Cameron." Phoebe said. "You should leave." She deadpanned. Cameron sighed and frowned, nodding as he rushed out of the cell and to his own on the bottom level, across from them and under C-Note's. How Phoebe had never noticed him before, was a mystery even to her, but then again, her focus was Michael and helping him.
"Who was that?" Michael asked over the shouting. Phoebe frowned.
"Cameron Connors." She murmured nervously. Michael cocked a brow and tilted his head, still not sure who he was. Phoebe shut her eyes and sighed. "My ex boyfriend..." she revealed. Michael's brows rose and his eyes widened in surprise.
"You never told me about him..." Michael said with a frown. Phoebe nodded.
"I know..." She said with a sigh. "There wasn't much to tell. But I'll tell you about him." She said, intertwining her hands together. She and Michael both flinched when some inmates suddenly ran past their cell, Phoebe cowering back and Michael holding the bolt up defensively but putting it back down when they realized they weren't in danger. At least, not in that moment.
It was then that they saw cans of some type of gas being tossed all over the cell block, releasing clouds of gas over the entire block, making the inmates struggle to breathe, their lungs burning as they tried to catch some air. A can landed right outside Phoebe and Michael's cell, the gas creating a screen of smoke right at the entrance of their cell, some of it getting to them. The duo coughed violently and Michael wasted no time in leading Phoebe to a corner of the cell besides the toilet and sink where the gas didn't reach.
They coughed aggressively, covering their mouths with their sleeves as they tried to get some fresh air (as fresh as it could be inside prison) into their lungs. The cell doors began to close, one by one, and as their cell door was closing, Michael and Phoebe heard T-Bag scream over the loud clamoring and sirens.
"You're a dead man, Scofield! You hear me?!" T-Bag shouted in distress and anger. "You're a dead man!" The duo ignored the shouting, Michael taking the rag that Cameron had previously used into his hands and wiping away at the lost puppy inmate's blood on his hands. As the gas began to clear up and the inmates began to calm down in their cells, the officers remained outside of the cell block until it was clear enough for them to come back inside without worry. During this time, Michael began to scrape the bolt against the ground, trying to give it a new shape. Phoebe sighed, looking over at Michael.
"Cameron and I dated for about seven months." Phoebe began to explain, her mind clouding with sadness and anger and a mix of emotions. Michael furrowed his brows.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Michael reassured, although he'd never admit it, he really was upset that Phoebe hadn't told him about Cameron before. They were best friends, they confided in each other with everything... so why did she hide this from him?
"I want to. I need to." Phoebe said with a sigh. Michael nodded softly.
"Okay... I'm listening." Michael encouraged, continuing to shave down the bolt against the concrete floor.
