Ink ✔️ || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

13

The events which happened next were and still are a blur to me. I don't know whether a guard thought I was part of the problem or was trying to protect me, but I was picked up and back in my cell within the next two hours. Lincoln was nowhere to be seen, but I do remember his haunting shouts as they pulled me away from the corridor.

"She needs help! Her shoulder- no you can't! Let me see her" he shouts as he gets further and further away "She's not ok- look at her she looks like she's seen a ghost she needs help"

The bars are pulled back into place over my cell.

The one place I looked at as my safe space in the prison is now trashed. I rap my arms around myself as I sink to the floor. I don't let myself cry, but I'm close. Things are everywhere and some inmates have even left some of their own possessions in here.

I kneel in the middle of a mess.

I hear men shouting in protest as they get pushed into their cells once more, but the words that stand out to me come from next door.

"Remove the duvet from the bars, you can both bump uglies another time" a guard tells them

Sucre doesn't argue and I assume that he does as he is told- this tells me that ink must be back in his cell if he so willingly lets them see the sink.

At least Ink did what he had to do.... At least something came out of this apart from death and ugliness.

Hudson.

I remember seeing his body being covered as they ushered me back to my cell. I remember seeing his lifeless eyes look at mine.

I shake my head as I push myself off the floor.

I walk over to the cell door and use a little piece of mirror, I had spotted on the floor, in order to see into the next cell- it has blood slightly present at the edges and it did not belong to me- one of the men must have dropped it.

I spot Sucre lying back on the top bunk and ink sitting on the bottom.

I sigh as I place my arm back through the bars of the cell and I feel the ache burning in my shoulder.

I decide to suck it up and watch the other inmates being pulled back into their cells- it's the only entertainment in here and I might as well make the most of it.

As I rest my head against the bars- I feel myself drifting to sleep. The shouts of the inmates, who are refusing to get back into the cells, is heard and it causes me to lull to sleep as I am used to the noise being background music.

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"She needs help" I hear a female voice "how long was she sat with that type of wound?"

"a day or so"

"That's not good enough, I need to know exactly how long and exactly what weapon cut her- I need to do blood work in order to assess the damage" She says as I feel someone pick up my arm "she could have a blood disease"

I jump at the moment of my arm being touched. The pain speeds through me like a fire and gets my attention.

I look around before I stop at someone I've not seen before

"Who are you?" I ask as I snap out of my dissociation

The woman looks at me

"So she has a voice" she says with a smile "I'm your doctor"

"Doctor? Doctor, but I'm fine I don't-" I cringe as she presses an alcohol pad to my shoulder

"God that stings" I complain as I sink further into the hospital bed