Izzy pulled her red hair back into a pony tail it was getting warmer outside, she sat at a table with Abruzzi and a few other prisoners, she payed no mind to what they were talking about, she ran her hands through her long hair.
"Oh shit, Micheal's gonna get into T-bags cult." John hit Izzy's shoulder making her turn around to look at him, Micheal catching her staring eye
"Where you going?" John called as Izzy got up and jogged to where Micheal was.
"Don't fall for it, he's a pedo." Izzy matched his pace as he walked away.
"I didn't." He said plainly.
"I, uh heard that Sucre got sent to the shou this morning." Micheal just nodded at the girls words making her put a hand on him turning him to look at her. Staring in her eyes now he felt like he lost control of everything.
"Look, Linc told me to look out for you, i'm gonna do that. But if your gonna be a dick to me, trust me when I say I have a hold on all of these boys, they do what I say for the most part, i'm friends with powerful people. Good talking to you, M." She patted his shoulder before walking away, he watched her walk away, he needed her, for the plan, just for the plan of course.
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"Princess" T-bag walked into her cell with a taunting voice.
"Get out." She groaned, trying to read her book.
"Princess, I needa asked you something." She didn't look up as 4 other men walked into her cell.
"I heard you were flirting with fish. See I don't think that's fair. You wouldn't flirt with us." T-bags hand went to her knee and he slid it up farther.
"Don't touch me." She said looking over at him, only for his hand to go up farther.
"I said don't touch me asshole." Her knee went to the side of his face only for her to fall off the top bunk after one of the other men pulled her down. She kept throwing punches at T-bags face until a gaurd pulled her off, she was bloody and bruise but not as bad as T-bag.
Stitches that had been on her side got open and there was a bloody spot on her white shirt. She got pulled out of her cell everyone cheered for her as T-bag got pulled out of her cell too.
Before she passed out for blood loss she saw Micheal run up to the guards.
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She sturred away already knowing she was in the informermy from her sisters red hair over top of her.
"Izzy, what the hell?" Sara whispered yelled at her as she cleaned the dryed blood off her younger sisters face.
"You should see the other guy." Izzy winced as she tried to sit up in the hospital bed.
"I did. How are you feeling? You ripped your stitches opened from falling off the top bunk." Sara said staring at her sister.
"I was pulled, I didn't fall off my bed like a 7 year old. And it's fine, they're back together now, plus shouldn't they be healed by now, I mean it's been like..."
"2 weeks it would've been 2 weeks tomorrow you only had like one more day before they were fully healed and you ripped them." Sara scolded her sister.
"Look Sar, i'm sorry it hurts like hell and I shouldn't have gotten into another fight." She unsenserly apologized to her older sister.
"It's ok...Actaully I need to tell you something. You've got a secret admirrer!" Sara squeeled, but Izzy just rolled her eyes.
"I bet it's just one of the creeps, Sara everyone saw the fight probably just a fish who hasn't seen a girl in 5 years." Izzy said leaning back in the bed holding her side.
"But he's not a creep, I don't think, and he's been coming in here every single day for his shots, and every single day he's asked how you were doing!" Sara said.
"Every single day? How long was I out?" She sat up again in the bed.
"3 days." Izzy ran a hand over her face, sighing.
"There was a riot, and they got put on a 48 hour lock down so you'll be sent back just in time but-"
"Oh my God. Sara!" Sara rushed out of the room as Michael was brought into med bay, two guards helping him, he was crying in pain as the two men sat him down on the bed next to her's.
"Hey, oh my gosh. Um, it's ok. It's ok, look at me not that." Izzy tried to calm the man down holding both of his hands in one of her's rubbing her thumb back and forth while her other hand was on her stitches.
"What happend?" Sara asked noticing her sisters hand holding his.
"Nothing."
"This isn't nothing, Michael. I need you to tell me what happened. Tell Izzy, tell us." Sara said trying to help the boy, he stared at Izzy like she told him too, she broke the eye contact to look over at her sister.
"Don't make me lie to you." He said to Izzy, who was looking back and forth between her sister and Michael.
"Please." He said as Izzy's eyes met his one again. Sara got up and walked out to the three police officers in the hall way.
"Michael, I won't tell her. If you let me handle this-"
"You couldn't handle yourself, you've been in here for three days out cold." Izzy's eyes flickered down to their locked hands as her thumb still brushed over his hand.
"My stitches got open, I just lost a lot of blood. It's different Michael." She looked out to the hall way where her sister was.
"I could've stop this." She looked back down at him with her eyebrows frowned.
"What?"
"You getting hurt, I was so close I got there right after you got pulled down." She laughed a little, a real laugh, making him smile.
"What?" He asked still smiling at her.
"Your worried about me when i'm fine, your the one with two missing toes on the hospital bed and your smiling, your crazy." She laughed once again, making his heart flutter.
"Techincally your supposted to be in a hospital bed too." He stilled grinned at the red head.
"Techcally, i'm fine, tell me who did this."
"Tell me who pulled you and what T-bag was trying to do to make you hit him so hard."
"If I tell you will you tell me?"
"Nope." He answered right away not feeling the need to lie to the girl.
"Then I guess you've got your awsers"
