Escape (Book 1)

Chapter 4

*Michael's POV*

I try not to wince as the needle punctures my skin and injects me with insulin.
"Your tattoo looks fresh." the doctor says as she pulls the needle out and presses a cotton ball to the spot. "Hold that." she tells me. I put a finger on the cotton ball to hold it in place while she takes her clipboard and jots down a few notes.
"Being a diabetic, I guess you don't mind needles." she says.
"I'm Michael, by the way." I say in an attempt at flirting.
"Scofield, I read your report." she replies.
"And you are?" I ask.
"Dr. Tancredi will do." she tells me.
"Tancredi? Like the govenor?" I ask, even though I already know. "You're not related, are you?"
She doesn't answer. She's acting like she didn't even hear me.
"Wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working in a prison, and as a doctor no less."
"I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem." she says.
"Be the change you want to see in the world." I say, quoting Gandhi. And I also happen to know that she used that quote as her yearbook quote.
She looks at me with a surprised look on her face.
"What?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "Nothing. That was just my senior quote."
"That was you?" I ask in mock surprise. "This whole time I was thinking it was Gandhi!"
That makes her chuckle. "You are funny." she says. But the way she says it, I can't tell if she's being serious or if she's just being nice.
"Okay, sit tight. Put direct pressure on that, and I'll be back in a sec." she says. Then she gets up and leaves the room to. . . I don't actually know what she's doing. As soon as the door closes, I pull another crane out of my pocet and unfold it. Then I quickly get up and slip it through the grate unerneath the sink and sit back in the chair just before she comes back in the room holding a pen in her mouth and reading something from the paper in her hand.
"So, how do we play this?" I ask. "You hook me up with a few week's supply?"
"Nice try." she says as she tosses the pen onto her desk. "No hypos on the floor."
"I'm the farthest thing from a junkie, trust me."
"I've got news for you, Michael. 'Trust me' means absolutely nothing inside these walls. The only way you're getting that insulin is if I'm administering it."
"I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other, then." I smirk.
"I guess so." she nods.

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"We're clear on the Burrows
execution." Daniel Hale says as he enters Paul Kellerman's office.
"Good." Paul says without looking up from his desk.
"Except for one thing." Daniel adds. "Bishop McMorrow is not in the fold. He's got a lot of influence with the govenor. They went to prep school together, apparently."
Paul looks up from his work and gives Daniel an exasperated look.
"Look," Daniel says. "the closer it gets, the more I'm worried that the bottom is going to fall out of this whole thing."
Paul leans back in his chair and sighs. "Well then, maybe it's time you arranged a visit with the good bishop."
Daniel nods.
"In a month, this will all be over." Paul says.

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*Linc's POV*

"The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and, the third day, rise again." the preacher reads from his Bible as he stands at the pulpit while the rest of us sit and listen.
"And they remembered his words, and so should you. Good day, gentlemen. May God be with you." he finishes.
I stand up from the bench I was sitting on, holding my cuffed hands against my stomach. I watch the other inmates leave the chapel. Amidst the moving crowd, I notice one man standing still and staring right at me. At first, I don't believe my eyes. It can't be!
"Michael." I say. He gives me a sad smile.
"Come on, let's go." a guard says.
I move forward, but stop when I reach Michael. "Why?" I ask.
"I'm getting you out of here." he tells me.
"Burrows, roll it up! Happy Hour's over." a guard says.
"It's impossible." I tell Michael.
"Not if you designed the place, it isn't." he tells me, smiling.