Surviving Fox River | Prison Break

Chapter 10

I woke up what felt like a few hours later and realized that my hands were still in cuffs and still covered in the guards blood. As I sat up, I thought about earlier, how I broke down and I actually felt content. I didn't feel like the weight of the world was on my shoulders and a weight was lifted off my chest. I walked to the window and spotted a guard.

"Hey, you." The guard turned at the sound of my voice. "Yeah, you. Come take these cuffs off me. And I would like to wash my hands because your friend's blood is still on them." I added. The guard made a face, but came over anyway.

"I'll let you wash your hands first and then take you back here, got it? No funny business." He warned, unlocking my cell. I just smiled and glanced over at Lincoln's cell. I didn't see him, so I let the guard lead me to the sink and I washed my hands, making sure there was no trace of his blood left. After I dried it, I turned to walk back to my cell.

"Hey, Roger. Take them out their cells. It's chapel time." Another guard said, sticking his head out the door.

"Got it. Alright, everybody up. Let's go." He left me standing where I was and opened the cells of the two other inmates that were in here besides me and Linc. He cuffed them and then let Lincoln out of his cell. He slowly walked out of his cell, his eyes immediately finding me.

I held my breath as he walked over to me, the plain white shirt fitting snugly over his large muscles. He was every bit as handsome as he was last time I saw him, his facial hair a bit grown out. I could tell he was hesitant to say something, not knowing if I was going to blow up like last time, but I didn't have enough energy to do that again. Plus, I was still a bit in pain from when T-bag made me his personal punching bag.

"Lincoln..." I started to apologize.

"Shhh. I understand." He whispered, raising his hands to cup my face. I leaned into his touch, my heart warming at the fact that I could finally sort of be with him again.

"Hey! Back away from her!" A guard yelled. Lincoln looked up and frowned.

"She's my wife." He said, in almost a growl. The guard, paused midway over to us and looked at his partner, who shrugged.

"He's on death row. Might as well let them spend the time he has left together." He said. The guard nodded and left us alone. "Form a line." He ordered and we separated, but Lincoln got in line behind me. I heard Lincoln make a noise and I looked over my shoulder to see him eyeing my ass.

"It's nice to know some parts of you never changed." He said admiring it. I could feel my face heat up at his words.

"Linc, behave." I hissed, secretly loving it. A low rumbling sound came from his chest as he laughed, which made me smile. We started walking forward in the direction of the chapel. Since solitary confinement was basically detached from the prison itself, we had to walk for a few minutes before we got to the chapel. It was a bit full and everyone stared at us as we walked past. I spotted Michael and his eyes widened when he saw me and Lincoln.

I slid into a pew in the back and Lincoln sat next to me, making sure there was almost no space between us so that no one could try to squeeze in. His presence calmed me and I laid my head on his shoulder. None of the guards tried to stop our affection towards each other, since by now, all of them knew that Linc and I were married.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye." He whispered suddenly. I knew he was talking about LJ and just the thought of him made my chest heart.

"He loved you so much. I never spoke bad about you, Linc." I whispered back, looking up at him. He looked down at me, eyes a bit misty. I could see how heart broken he was over the death of our son and I felt bad yelling it at him as if he was supposed to know. He sighed and looked down, shaking his head.

"I should've never left. Maybe he would've still been-"

"Don't even say it. You leaving had nothing to do with his death. They were going to come after us sooner or later and even if you stayed, they would've done the same thing." I said, trying to get him to not blame himself. He didn't answer me. He only placed his cuffed hand on my thigh and squeezed it.

After an hour of hearing about Jesus and other boring stuff, the man finished and we stood up, getting ready to leave.

"Linc, Mel." Michael called us and we looked around before walking over to him. He had a straight face and his hands were shoved in his pockets. "I heard what happened, Melanie. Good thing you came here today since we were supposed to meet in my cell later."

"Okay, what's so important?" I asked, glancing at Lincoln before looking back at Michael.

"I'm breaking you out of here." Michael said to Lincoln and my mouth fell open at his statement.

"That's impossible." I answered, unbelieving. Michael smirked.

"Not if you designed the place it isn't." Now everything made sense.

"That's why you've been spending all that time with Sucre and making all the noise in your cell." I commented and Michael shushed me, looking around to see if anyone could hear.

"Keep it down or else the only escaping we'll be doing is from the guards and back to our cells." He turned to me. "You need to get out of the SHU as soon as possible so that you can help me. And Lincoln, just sit tight." Lincoln rolled his eyes.

"Nothing much I can do. Just hurry. I only have about a week and a half left." He said.

"Alright, Burrows squared. Let's go." A guard called out and Michael smiled at the nickname.

"See you soon." He saluted and walked off with the rest of the prisoners, while me and Lincoln were escorted back to the SHU. When they removed our cuffs and put us in our cells, I sat down on the bed, thinking about what Michael had told us. He was breaking Lincoln out of here and obviously I was coming along. But would he be able to make a plan in time before Lincoln's execution date?