'Defying the Odds' - Michael Scofield x Reader // Prison Break Fanfiction

Chapter Ten

Y/N heard a scream in the middle of the night and instantly knew it was Michael. Her heart dropped and she went to the bars while she watched Michael get escorted out in a gurney. With much begging and a ransom paid to the guards...

She sat in the quiet infirmary, the dim glow of the overhead light casting soft shadows across the room. Michael laid on the bed, his upper back/shoulder wrapped in bandages where the burn had seared his skin. She had been by his side for hours, unable to leave him, her hand resting in his, even as exhaustion slowly overtook her.

She wanted to be there for when he woke up. Her head had finally drooped forward, resting against his uninjured shoulder as she continued to hold his head. Her breathing had become steady, a soft rise and fall of her chest as she slept, still holding Michael's hand as though she were afraid to let go.

Dr. Remington watched from afar and he knew...those two loved each other with everything in them.

-

Michael stirred, the haze of sleep lifting slowly as his eyes fluttered open. His entire body felt heavy, and the burn throbbed painfully beneath the bandages. But the first thing he noticed was not the pain, but his sweet Y/N, whose head was on his bare shoulder, uninjured one, asleep with hand still wrapped around his hand.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched her. Her brow furrowed even in sleep, worry etched on her face. The sight of her there, waiting for him, filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the bandages covering his burn.

He squeezed her hand gently, causing her to stir. "Sweet thing," he whispered, his voice raspy, barely more than a breath. "Y/N."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy as she blinked, adjusting to the room around her. It took her a moment to realise where she was and who had woken her. When her eyes land on those baby blues, her heart skipped a beat, relief flooding her.

"Michael," she whispered, hand coming up, cupping his cheek, and stroking his face.

"Shh, lie with me," he whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"It's early, come on the bed and sleep with me," he whispered, moving his body to his left so she could come up.

"Don't move, Michael," she whispered.

"Climb up," he muttered. Y/N looked at him, raising a brow. "You've always wanted to share a bed with me; this is your chance. It's," he looked at his watch, "four in the morning. Come up."

Y/N let go of his hand, moving to climb on the hospital bed. She went on her side, as it was small, but she leaned her head against his shoulder. His hand came and rested on her side, pulling her close.

"Now, sleep, sweet thing," he whispered, closing his eyes. She did too and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

-

Dr. Remington came in that morning in a rush as he was handed his assignments and clipboards. However, he wanted to check on Michael as his burn was quite brutal. However, when he got into the room, he spotted the couple asleep in each other's arms. Normally, something like this was not allowed. However, he knew how much they loved one another, it was obvious. Y/N had tears in her eyes last night as she begged to let him see him. She cried, threatened, bargained and Remington just allowed her in.

Now, she was asleep, both of them holding one another and for the first time in forever, they both looked incredibly peaceful.

Which made him smile.