【 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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THE SCREAM THAT ECHOED out of the shed startled everyone in said shed, mostly because it didn't even belong to the person that was actually hurt. It belonged to Phoebe. Michael clenched his jaw tightly, groaning loudly but refusing to scream in pain as blood gushed out of his open wound, his cut toe now on the floor, covered in blood, while tears welled in Phoebe's eyes and her heart raced. Thanks to Phoebe's cry of distress, a CO had managed to hear her and came running into the shed, his eyes widened when he saw the two inmates still holding Michael, and Abruzzi quickly wrapping Michael's foot in a random rag that he'd pulled from his pocket.
"Oh my god!" The commanding officer shouted, shocked by the gruesome scene in front of him. "Williamson, get in here!" He called out of the shed. Phoebe stood frozen in her spot, only watching as the inmates released Michael and he sat on the table behind him, pain evident in his face as Abruzzi continued to roughly wrap Michael's bloody foot with the rag.
"What the hell happened?" The officer, Williamson, questioned as he rushed into the shed. Abruzzi grinned, but pretended to help the other officer hold Michael up.
"An accident." Abruzzi said shamelessly. Phoebe's eyes widened, her entire body throbbing and heating up as anger overcame her. She curled her hands into fists, not even realizing when the two officers had left with Michael.
"Baldwin!" Bradley barked as he now stood besides Abruzzi, staring at the frozen, angered girl. Phoebe flinched at the sudden and unexpected shout, but kept her hands locked into fists as her eyes moved from Abruzzi to Bradley. "Get out of here." Bradley sneered in distaste. Phoebe scrunched her nose in anger, tightening her fists until her nails were digging into her skin, but she didn't care. She was fuming.
"You let this happen." Phoebe snarled accusingly to Bradley, pointing a finger at him. "And you!" Phoebe snapped, turning back to face Abruzzi, which Abruzzi found amusing and smirked at. "If you want to get information from us, you need to cooperate with us. You can cut off all our toes and our fingers, hell, you can even pull our teeth out, and we still won't tell you shit until you cooperate. Team work makes the dream work, asshole." Phoebe snapped before turning on her heels and storming out of the shed and in direction of the infirmary, but not before lifting her hand and flipping the men off on her way out.
"Where do you think you're going?" An officer asked as Phoebe neared the doors. She sighed, trying to keep her cool.
"Infirmary." She deadpanned. The officer crossed his arms and cocked a brow.
"You're not going in after Scofi—"
"I'm on my period and my uterus is trying to murder itself, can I go to the infirmary now or do you want to clean up after me?" Phoebe questioned sassily, crossing her arms and cocking a brow as she tried to make the man uncomfortable. The officer pressed his lips into a thin line uncomfortably and sighed, pulling the door open and motioning for Phoebe to step inside. Shocked that it had worked, Phoebe made her way to the infirmary, quickly maneuvering her way around the now-familiar building. Phoebe never thought she'd end up familiarizing herself with a prison's layout, but here she was, running her way through the halls of the penitentiary.
As she made it into the infirmary, she raced down the hall and peeked into every room in search of Michael, finally finding him with none other than Sara, whom was examining his wound carefully as Michael was leaned back against the bed with tears running down his face. Phoebe stepped into the room without even knocking, racing to his side as Sara only stared at her and then looked back at the wound.
"What happened?" Sara asked, her dark brown eyes darting back and forth between the duo quickly before darting back to the wound. Phoebe opened her mouth to speak, she was more than ready to put all the blame on Abruzzi and his mates, but Michael beat her to it with a groan.
"Nothing." Michael said as he took a deep breath to try to ease the unbearable pain he was currently feeling. Phoebe's eyes widened in surprise at the fact that Michael had decided to protect the inmates who'd hurt him, but her mind started to race and she realized it was the best option. There was no better choice than to lie and protect the enemy in order to eventually escape.
"This isn't nothing, Michael." Sara snapped. "I need you to tell me what happened." Michael shook his head, another tear rolling down his face.
"It's nothing." Michael repeated. Phoebe came closer, grabbing ahold of his hand and tightening it to let him know she was there, as Michael refused to open his eyes. Michael squeezed back immediately, already feeling better with the simple act. Sara turned to look at Phoebe, the two staring at each other for a few seconds.
"It was an accident." Phoebe said to Sara. Sara clenched her jaw, tilting her head slightly in disbelief. Phoebe gulped. "Accidents happen." Phoebe added on a bit more quietly as Sara sighed and got to work on Michael's wound. Phoebe turned to look at Michael, leaning a little closer as she whispered, "Are you okay?" Michael gulped but said nothing. Phoebe sighed. "Please tell me you're okay..."
"Phoebe..." Michael strained with a sigh. "Don't make me lie to you. Please." He said, opening his eyes slightly. "I can't tell you that." He said a bit more quietly. Tears welled in Phoebe's eyes, her stomach churning as she watched Sara clean Michael's wound.
"Phoebe, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." Sara said as she focused on Michael's foot. Phoebe bit her bottom lip and sniffled.
"Please don't make me leave him. I'll stay out of your way, I promise, just let me keep my best friend company." Phoebe pleaded sadly, her large eyes pooling with tears. Sara frowned as she looked up at her, thinking for a while. Sara then went back to looking at Michael's wound.
