【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which Phoebe helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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PHOEBE COULDN'T SIT STILL no matter how hard she tried. She was nervous, she couldn't help it. She couldn't help but fear that Sucre was going to blow the whistle on their escape plan and they'd be done for. It was a dumb idea. A stupid idea. Why did I agree to this? Phoebe shook her head to get rid of the negative thoughts.
No. I did the right thing. She nodded to herself. Michael is smart. The smartest man I know. We'll be okay. He'll find a way. He always finds a way.
"Something bothering you?" Sara asked as she looked over Phoebe's file, her eyes flicking back and forth between the papers in hand and the woman sitting in front of her on the examination table. She watched as Phoebe fidgeted with her fingers and swung her legs back and forth repeatedly. Phoebe faked a smile and shook her head.
"Nothing at all." She said. "Just cramps and body aches." She lied. Sara tilted her head and nodded.
"Well, I was asked to grab a blood sample from you. I'm going to have to run some tests, hope you aren't afraid of needles." She said as she stood up and walked to a small table beside her, her back facing Phoebe. Phoebe cocked a brow.
"Tests?" She questioned. Sara nodded.
"You aren't sexually active with any of your cell mates, are you?" Sara asked, her tone changing ever so slightly. Phoebe quickly caught onto the change in her tone, her brows furrowing as she tried to put a finger on why there was a change in her tone. Phoebe tilted her head. Was it... jealousy? No, it couldn't be. Sara had no reason to be jealous... but then again...
Phoebe thought back to their plan, how Michael was supposed to seduce the doctor. Phoebe gulped, her jaw clenched. It was working. She should be happy right? So why did she feel so...
"Of course not." Phoebe responded. Sara's body visibly relaxed at Phoebe's answer, and Phoebe couldn't help but clench her jaw again. It was fine. It was part of the plan anyways. "Why do you ask?" Sara turned around, approaching Phoebe.
"Well, we can never be too sure, we need to make sure there will be no mini-Phoebes running around prison anytime soon. It was a very bad decision to put you in here with all these men before the women's side was completed." She shook her head. "You're lucky you're not in solitary confinement, like—" she paused, looking up at Phoebe and then shaking her head. Phoebe cocked a brow as Sara wrapped a tourniquet around Phoebe's forearm.
"Like Lincoln?" Phoebe asked in distaste. Sara shook her head.
"No. Like Lynch." Sara replied quietly, realizing she'd made a mistake with her wording. Phoebe furrowed her brows together. Where had she heard that name before?
