South Side - A Prison Break Story

3. Doctors visit

Isabelle

'You're a pretty thing', I heard Bellick say.
The tone of his voice made me cautious.
It was clear that this man had bad intentions, I knew that the moment I first saw him.
I decided not to respond and let him escort me to the infirmary.
He opened the door with his pass and we walked into the room.
He gestured for me to sit on the examination bed.
I hoped with all my heart that the doctor would come soon.
Being alone with this man gave me shivers all over. Finally, after two long minutes during which Bellick kept staring at me, the doctor arrived.
I looked up when I heard the door open and saw a man around 27 years old step into the room.
His hair was strikingly black, and he was tall, taller than Bellick.
He had an athletic build, with a broad back and well-trained upper arms, noticeable through the tightness of his white doctor's coat.
He closed the door and turned around.
The first thing I noticed was the perfect symmetry of his face.
Then my eyes met his, and I got lost in the bright, light brown color that looked at me curiously.
He reached out his hand to me.
I took it and felt him gently squeeze my hand.
'I'm Chris.' His voice was low and friendly.
'Isabelle,' I responded while looking deeply into his eyes.
He grabbed his clipboard and flipped through the papers attached to it.
Papers filled with information about me.
As far as I know, I'm perfectly healthy, so there shouldn't be much on them.
Yet, he kept flipping through them.
His eyebrows furrowed into a frown.
He put the clipboard down and sat on the chair next to me.
Because he was so tall, our faces were at the same height.
'I'm going to run a few tests,' he began.
I looked at him and nodded.
'Before I start, is there anything I should know?' he asked kindly.
I thought about his question.
'Not that I know of,' I said and gave him a small smile.
I liked him, I decided.
He smiled back. 'Then I'll start with an eye test.'

After about twenty minutes, I left the infirmary with Bellick.
Chris treated me with respect and made me feel comfortable.
As I walked back, I wondered what could have been on the papers that made Chris frown.
I was abruptly pulled from my thoughts when I felt a hand slide over my butt.
I felt myself getting angry as I noticed his fingers tighten.
How dare he touch me like that?
I stopped abruptly and turned around to face Bellick.
I lifted my knee and hit him in the place where it hurts a man the most.
He doubled over and started screaming into his radio.
Couldn't this man speak at a normal volume for once?
Before I knew it, two guards came walking down the hallway, and one of them slapped me across the face with his open hand.
I felt my cheek burn.
There would definitely be a handprint on it.
'He touched me!' I shouted angrily.
The guard who had hit me looked at me with a gaze that gave me a bad feeling.
These men were disgusting, and I felt anything but safe.
'How could he not touch you?' the man said softly, taking a step closer.
I stepped back and felt my back hit the wall.
I was cornered and had nowhere to go.
The guard took another step closer and grabbed my face by the jaw with his hand.
'Let me have a look at your pretty little face,' he said. I looked at him and spat in his face, which earned me another slap.
I felt a blood vessel burst in my nose and saw blood droplets hit the floor.
I licked my upper lip and tasted the blood that had run from my nose.
'Let's take her back,' said the third guard, who had stayed out of it until now.
He walked over to me and guided me away from Bellick and the other guard.
'Sorry about my colleagues,' he said softly as he opened the door to the cell block and escorted me to my cell. He opened the door to my cell and, after removing my handcuffs, handed me his cotton handkerchief.
I looked at him; he seemed like one of the good guards who worked here.
'Thanks,' I said, taking the handkerchief from him. He nodded and then walked away.
I held the handkerchief against my nose, which was still bleeding.
I turned around and saw that Michael was brushing his teeth, standing with his back to me.
He was looking at me through the small mirror above the sink.
When my eyes met his, I was reminded of how intensely blue they were.
His eyes cast a spell on me, making me momentarily forget what had just happened.
He turned around and looked at me with a frown.
'What happened?'