Ink || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

17

"Alright folks times up- move it on out"

Not five seconds before Ink was testing out how far down our hole was after day one on the job, a guard walks in and shouts that it's time to leave. Luckily we had assigned Abruzzi on look out and he warned us of the guard coming just in time.

Ink managed to jump out of the hole in the floor (not that it's much of a whole yet) and we made quick work of placing the mat back over our work.

In the process he had come to stand next to me, after jumping to the side, and he looks at me as the guards walk in.

"See you tommorow?" I ask him

He nods as he coughs, ducks his head and files out of the room with the other men.

I stand there as a guard walks over and handcuffs my wrists.

"Come on, Lucas, I ain't got all day" he says

I start to walk after him, but I keep my eyes trained on Inks retreating figure and as I walk outside I watch as he walks inside.

It's quiet as the guts and I are the only row outside... well that is before I start talking.

"You know how men can't get periods?" I ask the guard randomly

He looks at me before he sighs

"Yes, Lucas... where exactly is this going?"

"Well do you still get the mood swings once a month? I mean surely if all the men are in prison together they would sink up"

The guard holds the door open to inside as he shakes his head

"Sure, Lucas, whatever you say"

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The next day, the same question plays on my mind. After determining that the male period was probably not the reason, i was still left with the question of what was wrong with Ink.

The whole day yesterday he was ignoring me or giving me short answers when I tried to engage in conversation.

I think that Lincoln could tell something was on my mind when we sat back to back in our outside pens- like dogs.

"Ok, I can't stand being sat in silence anymore- what's wrong?" He asks

That snaps me out of it and I turn to him

"It's nothing" I say as I shake my head

He gives me a questioning look but doesn't pester me

"Anyway I should be asking you how you are. You look better then a few days ago" I say

He touches his head where a faint bruise of the punch he had received is still noticeable

"I've been better, nothing too much for me" he says with a sad smile.

"Also.... I hate to bring it up, but..... you've only got a week and a bit before the inevitable- How are you feeling?" I ask

He thinks about it and lets out a big sigh

"I've been better" he admits as he rubs his face "but I can't say I'm not keeping my hopes up. The only thing keeping me sane right now is knowing that Micheals plan is carrying on" he says

I nod as I subtly reach my finger through the fence and I wiggle it until Lincoln touches his to mine

"I'm here if you need to talk" I tell him

He nods before we both put our hands down as a guard walks past

"Anyway, what had you in such deep thoughts before?" He asks me