Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter 4

Unfortunately my break was over sooner than I wanted to but duty called so I opened my eyes again and blinked a few times to get used to the bright sunlight. When I looked around I caught Michael looking at me again...or was he still looking? It didn't matter anyway. After giving him a warm smile and nodding at him, I turned away and walked back inside to get back to my job. One of my daily patients was already waiting for me but it was a quick business. He just needed his medication and after a little bit of smalltalk, the guards brought him back to his cell. Many people would think that my job was depressing and although it was sad to see how many men had thrown away their lives, I was still fascinated by them. I didn't judge them because they all had their own reasons, even the ones who killed another person. They maybe didn't make sense to the people on the outside but they made to them and I was interested in hearing their stories if they wanted to share them. We all do bad things, some worse than other but we all have a dark part in our brains and sometimes that dark part took over. I didn't see these inmates as animals and even when they tried to harass me or made inappropriate comments.
My day was rather quiet. Well as quiet as a job in prison could get but at least it never got boring. But oh lord I had no idea what was waiting for me... an emergency immediately needed my attention when three guards were carrying a man into my office. At first I didn't see who it was because my eyes were fixed on the heavily bleeding foot, but when the guards put the man down, I looked into his face and was shocked to see that it was Michael. The wards wanted to handcuff him but I immediately interfered and sent them outside in a strict tone that definitely allowed any talking back. The blue eyed man in front of me was crying in pain but by the amount of blood it wasn't a surprise. "May I?", I asked softly before I'd pull off the sock and only got a quick nod. When the fabric was removed I was beyond shocked to see that two of his toes were missing. "Michael, who did this to you?", I asked as I already started to take care of the wound. "Don't make me lie to you", he said through gritted teeth and leaned back. Surprised about his answer I briefly looked up but decided to stay quiet for now. From the massive amount of pain, Michael passed out so I called for a nurse to help. We put him on an infusion while I stitched the wound before we moved him over on the gurney that was in my office as well. He wasn't in any danger but needed some rest and I definitely wouldn't let him be brought back to his cell like this. He was asleep so he wasn't a danger. Not that I thought he'd be a danger in any way but not everyone shared my opinion. After almost an hour he slowly became conscious again while I was sitting at my desk. His deep groaning caught my attention and before he could sit up, I stood up to rush over to him. "Easy there..we don't want you to pass out again, do we?", I soothed him in a soft voice while carefully helping him to sit up. To give him some air to breathe, I stepped back and leaned against my desk with my arms crossed in front of my chest. "Tell me what happened". My voice was still soft but I wasn't asking him, it was more an instruction. The tattooed man in front of me made a grimace when he moved his foot but then looked up directly into my eyes. "Nothing happened", he said, his voice rough and slightly deeper than normally. "Michael, it is my job to report any form of violence coming from a guard or another inmate. Was it a guard? Did Bellick do this to you?" "No. But please stop asking questions you don't want to know the answer to.", he answered which left me frustrated but I couldn't force an answer out of him. A guard saw that he was awake and came into the office to take him back into his cell and I couldn't stop them. "You know where to find me in case you change your mind", I said to him with a sigh and saw something new in his eyes. They seemed much softer almost thankful which surprised me. "Thank you", he said silently before he walked past me and out of my office. For a long time I looked after him and sat down with a loud huff while rubbing my temple.

Michael's POV
The "accident" was throwing him off completely and the pain was unbearable. If it wouldn't have been so severe, Michael would've just stayed away from the ward but this wasn't a wound he could just shrug off. When he was sitting and got asked who did this something about him was hesitating. He had no problem with lying to keep his plan safe but with her it was somehow different. Just the thought of telling her a lie felt wrong so he indirectly told her before everything went black. He must've passed out because when his eyes opened again, he was in a different spot and needed a second to realize where he was. Again he was asked what happened but again he didn't give an answer because that would only cause more questions that would ruin his plan. Michael was actually glad to be out of the office. Not because of Rachel but because he didn't have to come up with a story. Something about her was making his brain pause for a moment. He didn't know her and that was what was scaring him. It was different with Sara because she was just a tool to execute his master plan, but with Rachel it felt wrong. He had to get back to Sara so he didn't have to worry about it anymore but even in his cell, his thoughts wandered back to the young blonde woman with the baby blue eyes and full lips. He shook his head trying to shake off those thoughts but it didn't work.