Michael's arms came up, shielding me in a protective move as Bellick sauntered in the room with an obnoxious smirk - Well, well, well... Who do we have here? - Bellick drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. - Caught you two at the right time, huh?
Michael, calm under the pressure, kept his gaze locked on Bellick. He shifted slightly, keeping me completely hidden behind him.
- back off, - Michael said, his tone firm.
Bellick let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying this far too much. - if you think I'm gonna let thise one slide Scofield, you're wrong.
Michael took a step forward, head cocking but I pulled him back. - Michael, he's not worth it.
- The dog has a owner Scofield? - Bellick taunted.
Michael's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. - do you know her crimes? Have you read her file? - he asked with a smirk, taunting tone. - she would seduce men and then murder them.
- Michael, - I whispered her hand on his arm, trying to calm him.
- This ain't some romantic getaway. It's a cage. And I will always be watching. - after he turned and left the showers, leaving me and Michael in the echo of his mocking laughter.
I let out a breath and leaned my forehead against Michael's shoulder, feeling the tension slowly drain from his body as he wrapped an arm around me.
Quite some has past since that moment between us. I woke up when I heard a scream in the middle of the night. 'It's Michael' i thought. My heart dropped and I went to the bars while i saw Michael get escorted out.
I begged the doctor to let me stay near him, and she surprisingly let me. I sat in the quiet infirmary. Michael laid on the bed, his upper back and shoulder wrapped in bandages. I had been by his side for hours, unable to leave him. I wanted to be there for him when he woke up. Soon my breathing had become steady, a soft rise and fall of my chest as i fall asleep, still holding Michael's hand.
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 Emma, whose head was on his bare shoulder, 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. - Emma
My eyes fluttered open, my gaze hazy as I blinked, adjusting to the room around. It took me a moment to realise where i was. - Michael, - I whispered, hand coming up, cupping his cheek, stroking his face.
- Shh, lie with me, - he whispered. I gave him a what-are-you-talking-about look and he continued. - It's early, come on the bed and sleep with me, - he whispered, moving his body to his left so I could come up. - climb up, - he muttered. I looked at him, raising a brow. - you've wanted to share a bed with me, this is your chance. - he looked at his watch, - it's four in the morning.
I let go of his hand, moving to climb on the hospital bed. I went on my side. I leaned my head against his shoulder. His hand came to my side, pulling me close.
My eyes roamed over him, - you scared the hell out of me, - I whispered, - I was waiting for you, and you screamed this horrifying scream.
- Just trying to keep you on your toes, - Michael whispered smirking, but I didn't laugh at his joke. - I'm ok, - he muttered, taking my hand - It's just a burn. I'll be fine.
- you got a nasty one Michael, - I said, - that's not nothing. How did this happen?
Michael shifted slightly, the pain in his side making him wince. - I'm alright. Really. Just part of the plan.
In the morning when doctor came, she said - you know, - began the doctor, setting the painkillers down on the table beside Michael's bed, - this one's been here all night. Begged, screamed, bargained to get in. I think she's more concerned about you than I am. - Michael smiled up at the doctor.
- I wasn't leaving until I knew he was alright, - I muttered, looking at Michael whose eyes was focused on me.
Doctor chuckled, giving Michael the painkillers. - Take these. Should ease pain. -
Michael reached for the pills, and I grabbed the small cup of water on the table and handing it to him.
- did your cellmate do this to you? I wouldn't put it past some of the guys here.
Michael rose a brow, then shook his head. - Sucre? No. - Michael just smirked, clearly dodging the question. Dr. Tancredi, wasn't amused. - then who did?
Michael's smirk deepened, but he didn't answer. - this is the part where I stop answering you.
- who did this to you? - i asked, Michael simply smiled.
- I'll tell you later, sweet thing, - he mused, kissing the side of my lips.
- sweet thing? - i whispered. - nicknames doesn't sound like a Michael Scofield thing, - i chuckled.
He hummed. - get used to it.
- you should eat, - i muttered.
Michael ignored me. - there's a hiccup, - he finally muttered, his voice low and clipped.
I looked up at him, - what do you mean?
Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair, his frustration barely concealed. - the burn on my shoulder. It's right over the asylum blueprints.
