Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter 2

Monday morning. 5:00 am. I was already sitting in my kitchen with my morning coffee and some music in the background. Like always I was dressed in all black but this time my dress wasn't this exposing although the back was cut quite low. My hair was tied up into a messy bun with a few strands that fell into my face and framed it perfectly. I was wearing my signature makeup with a black winged eyeliner and red lips. It wasn't really subtle but I felt most comfortable with it and since I absolutely didn't care about what others thought I was fine with the looks I got.
As I glanced over at the clock at my wall I saw that it was time for me to get up to leave my apartment. After putting on my caramel Burberry coat and grabbing my matching purse, I left my apartment and saw Jeffrey who was already waiting in the lobby for me. "Good Morning, Rachel!", he greeted me almost in a melodic voice that made me smile a little. "Good Morning, Jeffrey. You're in a good mood considering it's this early", I replied amused as we walked to the black Audi where I got into the backseat. Right on time at 5:45 am the car stopped in front of the prison and Jeffrey helped be to get out. The job I had wasn't easy, especially not as a 23 year old woman because many didn't take me seriously or underestimated me but it was always fun to prove them wrong.
In a rather good mood I arrived at the ward and greeted Katie before disappearing into my office where the files of my new patients were already sitting on my desk. But the file of Michael Scofield was the one that caught my attention. I simply didn't get it...he was a successful business man who sure as hell didn't need the money so why did he rob a bank? Why did he throw away his life for something he didn't even need? This didn't add up and my mind kept circling around those questions but for now finding these answers had to wait. In order to distract myself I started reading all the other files to find out more about my daily patients and to be prepared. But the morning didn't stay quiet because there already was an incident with a few inmates who got into a fight at breakfast. A few of them needed stitches and despite one guy no one had any serious injuries. But that man had a stabbing wound that had to be taken care of and since Sara took care of the others, I had to take care of that case. I had my lab coat on which unfortunately got stained with some blood as the wound was more serious than at first thought and there were some complications but nothing that could be fixed.
When the inmate was all stitched up, Katie knocked on the door and entered after I called her in. "Just wanting to let you know that Mr. Scofield is waiting", she said wagging her eyebrows before mouthing a "He is cute" and stepping back out to call Michael in. "Rough morning?", I heard his voice saying which made me turn towards him with a confused frown on my face until he pointed at my blood stained lab coat. But before I could answer I already saw him walking past my desk where his file was the only one that was left open with a few sticky notes I made attached to it. The corner of his mouth twitched upward as he sat down and rolled up the sleeve of his pullover so I had access to his arm. "Since we're going to see each other on a daily basis why don't we play a little game?", he suggested which made me look up at him raising my eyebrow. "And that would be?", I asked and prepared everything to check his glucose level. "Quid pro quo. I'll get to ask you one question each day and you get to do the same in return.", Michael explained without letting me out of sight as I approached him and took his hand to prick his finger. "Do I have to call you Hannibal Lecter?", I joked with a slight grin and saw the hint of amusement in his eyes because of my reference. "Of course not", he chuckled which sent a tiny shiver down my spine. "Good. But why not? One question each day", was the answer I gave him to his question and proceeded to check his blood pressure. My answer seemed to please him but I also saw this as an opportunity to maybe get more information about him once he trusted me enough. "Where are you from?", he asked and his question surprised me a little. I didn't know what I was expecting but it definitely wasn't something like 'where are you from' and my irritation was probably visible on my face because I stopped in my movements for a few seconds. "Miami. But my mum is Australian so I lived there for the first ten years of my life before we moved to Miami.", I replied and prepared is daily dose of insulin in the meantime but felt his eyes on me the whole time although I wasn't facing him. "So that's where your accent is from. Although you try to hide it, I can still hear that you're not from here. Why are you trying to hide it?", he asked which made me blush a bit because he noticed that I was trying to hide my accent but then I had to smile and turned back towards him with the injection. "I thought we agreed on one question a day. If you want an answer to that one, you'll have to ask again tomorrow", I hummed and could see his lips curling into a grin because of my answer, "What did you do before you ended up in here?", was the question I asked even though I already knew the answer but like he did, I wanted to start off easy. While he told me about the job he had as an engineer, I gave him the injection before leaning in to check on the stitches above his eyebrow. It again brought me quite close to him when I cleaned it up but it didn't feel uncomfortable. Listening to him was nice, not because the topic was the most interesting but his voice was somehow soothing. Unfortunately the time together came to an end sooner than I would've liked but it had to be enough for now. "That's it. You're all set. I'll see you tomorrow", I told him as I removed my gloves and threw them away while standing up. To my surprise Michael stood directly in front of me and held out his hand. For a second I was startled but then took his hand with a subtle smile. "Thank you, Rachel. I'll see you tomorrow", he replied and held my hand for a second longer than necessary before a guard came in to lead him back to his cell.