𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 - 𝐌. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧

My name is Adelyn and I am a doctor at Fox River State Penitentiary. I am just trying to make it by in life. If I can help people along the way, I will.

I wakes up on a chilly April morning. I huff and roll out of bed. I have never been a morning person, especially after a night out. I check my phone and see a text from the warden.

"New inmates coming today. Be here."

I let out a big yawn as I groggily stumble to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and shimmy out of my clothes and hop in. I left it on cold to hopefully wake myself up for the day.

After I'm done I throw on a towel and head to start the coffee machine. I grab a loaf of bread and put a slice in the toaster. Then, I open the fridge to get some butter for the toast and creamer for the coffee.

Walking to turn on the living room TV to watch the morning news, I click it on and see that some guy attempted to rob a bank and is guilty of armed robbery. I walk away turning it off.

The toaster clicks and I grab the slice of toast as my coffee is finishing up. I then pour some in my tumbler, along with a little vodka. After my night I need some "hair of the dog."

I then go blow dry my hair and put my clothes on. Unplugging my phone, grabbing my purse, I head to grab my breakfast on my way out the door.

...

I arrive for work and am settled when I gets my first patient of the day. Michael Scofield, new inmate. He has diabetes and needs insulin shots.

He sits down for his shot and pulls his sleeve up. I notice he has fresh tattoos covering his arm.

"Tattoos look fresh. I guess being a diabetic you don't mind needles."

"I'm Michael by the way." the blue-hazel eyed inmate says as he's smirking at me.

He seems to be trying to flirt already, just like every patient in here.

"Yeah, I know. I read your report." I shut it down.

"And you are?" he questions, seeming to be flirting again.

"Dr. Herrmann will do fine." I shut him down again.

"Herrmann like the governor? You're not related are you? Wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of frontier justice Robert working in a prison. As a doctor no less."

"I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem."

"Be the change you want to see in the world." he quotes.

I smile looking up from my papers at him.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing that was just my senior quote." I chuckles.

"That was you? This whole time I was thinking it was Gandhi." he playfully jokes.

I laugh with a smile on my face looking into his eyes. "You're very funny. Stay put, keep pressure on that, I'll be right back." I walk out of the room to check on something and then come back.

"So how do we do this? You hook me up with a few weeks supply?" he jokingly comments

"Nice try but no hypos on the floor." I joke back.

"I'm the farthest thing from a junkie, trust me." he replies meeting my eyes.

I look down at the comment, insecure.

"I got news for you Michael, your trust means absolutely nothing in these walls. Only way you're getting that insulin is if I'm giving it to you." I state sternly.

"Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then." he flirtily says making eye contact with me.

"I guess so." I subtly flirt back.

He then leaves the infirmary. After he's gone, I start reading his file more, I'm drawn to him.

...

Later I have a checkup with him about his shots.

"You went to Loyola." I begin a conversation as I enter the room and grab his chart.

"You been checking up on me?"

"I like to get to know my patients. Easier. I went to Northwestern, graduated 2 years after you did."

"Maybe we met before, drunk, out at a bar somewhere." he comments.

"I would have remembered."

"Is that a compliment." he smirks at her.

I make eye contact with him. "No."

"Can't flirt with inmates like that Adelyn." I think to myself.

As I read his chart I notice his blood glucose is hypoglycemic. His body seems to be reacting to the insulin like he isn't diabetic.

"You sure it's type 1 diabetes you have?" I question.

"Ever since I was a kid."

"Alright. You're not experiencing any tingling sensations or cold sweats-" I get cut off by the phone ringing.

I'm being questioned about the morphine stock. I'm asked if I need them in the infirmary office since they're out of stock.

"I do." I state.

"I'll call for them after lunch." I hang up the phone.

I turn back to Michael. "I'd like to run some tests next time you're in. Last thing I want is to be administering insulin to a man who doesn't need it."

"Yeah sure." he agrees.

I then leave the office.

Author's Note: First part done! Dialogue will be similar to the actual show for a while until it's not needed. How do y'all like it so far?