In Your Eyes - Prison Break edition

Strings of Prisoners

Sara's POV

I got to my office in Fox River Penitentiary. Today they were bringing in new prisoners, and when there are new prisoners, its going to be a very long day. There are around 10 prisoners a week or so and I have to check out their background history for any medical history I need to take care of.

"Hi Sara." Angie, who is my co-worker, said to me. I waved at her as he unlocked the door. Once I was walking in, I could already spot the files for the prisoners. I sat down on my chair while I pulled all the files with me. Luckily, there was only five.  

"Only five new prisoners Angie." I said. I started reading through it before they came to get checked out. 

"Any cute ones?" She asked while she laughed. I giggled. 

"Prisoners." I said while I smiled.

All four of them had no medical history. I got up to handle the files back, when last a picture flew out in one of the file.

Angie came over and helped me pick it up. She started smiling while shaking her head. I gave her a 'what' face and yanked the picture out of her hand.

"Cute prisoner. For you." Angie said as she left the room laughing. I saw the picture and smiled. I had to admit it, he was very cute. I shook off the thought of it.

"Prisoner." I told myself and I sat back down.

I opened the his file and it was named as 'Scofield.' I read through his file. He was very interesting. An interesting person. He graduated with Bachelor of Science Degree and a Master of Science Degree in Civil Engineering from Loyola University in Chicago. Why would a person like that be in prison?

I finished reading his file and went back to work. Somehow I couldn't get him off my head.

There was something about him that was calling my name.

Michael's POV

We have arrived at Fox River Penitentiary. I was in the bus with 4 other guys and we were ordered to walk in a single file line, chained. 

We started making our way inside the prison and I could already see the cons walking to the fence. Trying to take a first glance at the new cons. I kept my cool and started looking around. 

Trying to remember what I had planned outside, where was California, where was New York, and the infirmary. 

My vision started getting blurry and a could see something else besides the prison. A pair of women hands, writing on her notepad. I squinted my eyes, thinking it would go away. I shook my head and started looking up again.

 Again, the same thing appeared and I looked down as if I was observing my feet. I was trying to see what I was seeing in the first place. That's when I hit my head onto a pole that was standing in my way.