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

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The guards haul me to my feet as they guide me into the communal room of the ward. All day i had been sat in my cell, barely moving, not blinking.

They lower me into the chair and they leave the room, softly muttering to themselves about how they had seen little to no progress in my case.

I had managed to convince Dr Tancredi that I was going through a psychotic break- back last month. You see i was at a loss of what to do after she had cleaned my burn. I had received it after backing against a hot pipe to avoid a guard seeing me inside the walls.

I was still looking for a way out. I was and i still am, except this time i have more motivation to.

I was motivated to get my Brother out before, of cause i was, i was not about to let him die for crimes i knew he didn't commit- but the day i saw Sienna getting hauled away...

I hadn't spoken to her in a month and a half. I saw the news on the small, wall changed, TV in the PI room that she was resitting her trial 53 days ago. I watched as the new judge ruled her previous sentence as too harsh and i saw her face as she got told that she would be released after a few months of therapy.

To people around her, it might have been mistaken as relief on her face, as the hammer went down, but to me- someone who had spent many night just talking to her and trying to memorise her face as she lay next to me- i knew that it was one of confusion and one of fear.

She hated the idea of going to therapy, if it wasn't for her getting out and being able to see her sister (and a part of me hope that it wasn't also because she wanted to see us in here), she would have rather had the full three years of sentencing on her back.

I sent her a letter a few days ago, i hoped she had received it. That was one of the only letters i sent before i got myself thrown in the shu. I loathed Tencredi now- i disliked her before as she had suggested some awful things in Sienna's file, but it pushed me over the edge when she told Pope about the discovery of the piece of guard uniform in my back. I knew it was her job, but it didn't stop me from disliking her.

Before i got myself put into prison, i was a good citizen. I payed my taxes and my job more then showed how well educated i was, however Lincoln was starting to become the opposite. Lincoln started having issues with less then good people and his love life didn't help him get back to being stable either- it was almost as broken as he seemed to become.

I had always felt like the big brother out of the two of us- even though technically it was him. I knew that Sienna always felt like that as well, the only difference was that she was the older sister to her younger one. However she wasn't just playing older sister, she was also playing the Mother.

These thoughts often consume my head, just like they are now, however now i don't have to sit and look still as the doctors have left.

I blink as i allow myself to stop disassociating and i hone in on my target. Haywire.

"You were right" I say as i walk over to him "My tattoos- they were a pattern and i need you to remember a section of it for me" I say as i stand in front of him

I watch as he barely moves, but when he does he turns his head and i see his mouth ajar. He's high off his head on pills

"Who are you?" He asks

The first part of my plan, one of the only reasons i got myself thrown in this psycho-filled place, is falling apart due to some doctors who filled my informant with anti-psychotic drugs.

I sigh as i open my mouth to talk again, but then the group of nurses return.

They walk over to us and give Haywire his pot of pills. He takes them and swallows them like he is in some kind of trace- a routine action that he doesn't even register he is doing.

The nurse hands me a pot

"No thank you" I say and i turn my eyes back to Haywire.

She laughs "This isn't an option, Mr Schofield"

I look up at her and sigh as i take the pill.

She watches me as she tuts and uses her walkie-talkie to ring for someone to come and check that i had swallowed the substance.

As she takes the object from her mouth, she looks me up and down

"Glad to see that you're talking again, Mr Schofield" She says "These pills must be working. Keep it up and you might be well enough to see visitors soon"

She walks to the next patient, across the room, and leaves me with a shocking realisation.

If i don't fain getting better then i won't be able to have visitors- when Sienna is released i might not be able to see her. But if i start to get better my time will be cut off here, where i need to start preparing for the plan...What do i do?