innocent // prison break

12. Temporary

R O S A

I woke up suddenly, but my sight was still black.

I breathed deeply, my eyes moved quickly but nothing was appearing.

"Hey, hey." I heard a familiar soft voice whisper.

"Michael, I can't see you." I almost started crying right away.

I sat up as Michael held my hand.

"It's okay, alright? It's okay." He repeated as he brushed some hair out of my face.

"What's going on?" I spoke in a breathy tone.

"When you were in the pantry, the guy who was with you, he threw rat poison into your eyes, i-it's only temporary, I swear." He told me and my lip trembled.

"I am so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." He breathed, "Please, don't blame yourself." I said placing both of my hands on his.

I noticed it was unusually quiet wherever I was, "Where are we? What time is it?" I asked as I sat up straight.

"We're in a room, it's made for mental patients but in this rare case of circumstances, you have the whole place to yourself." I could almost hear him smile.

I lightly smiled, "Can you sit with me?" I quietly asked as I leaned my head back on either the wall or bed frame as I closed my eyes.

"They'll see us." He whispered, "Michael, I don't care if they see us kissing.. Can you please sit with me?" I repeated my question, not moving my head.

I felt the side of the bed dip before I felt his slightly longer legs rest beside mine.

Our shoulders were pressed together as our fingers interlocked.

He lightly rubbed my hand with his thumb as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

I felt him lightly touch the back of my head as he kissed my temple gently, his lips lingering.

He pressed his forehead to the side of my face, I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek.

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"Here, it's right here." Michael handed me my spoon, I hated this helpless-childlike feeling, but I loved how Michael was here whenever he could be, helping me with any and everything for the past few days.

"Dr. Terry said my sight should return any day now." I smiled as I tried to find the bowl of soup that was on a tray on my lap.

"Really? I want you back, but I also love that I don't have to worry about you being assaulted in this insane asylum." He joked and I smirked.

"I'm ready to get back.. But I'm really ready to see you again," I sighed, I missed his pretty eyes and his little smile, and his cute laugh.

"Trust me, I got the better part of the deal." He joked because I couldn't see him but he could see me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Come here," I said with my hands out reached.

He placed his hands in mine and I laughed, "No, let me see you." I smiled and he chuckled before he gently placed my hands on his slightly scruffy face.

I felt his buzzed hair before I went down, running my thumbs gently over his eyelids.

I felt his cute nose scrunch up under my touch, and I smiled widely.

I slowly moved my hands, feeling his high cheekbones before I moved down to his lips.

It was a strange sensation looking at him this way.

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip gently, I could tell they were slightly parted, like they almost always are.

I felt his hands on top of mine, lightly caressing them.

He gently kissed my palm, I closed my eyes.

"Someone's here." He whispered against my hands before setting them back onto my lap.

I heard the door open not even a second later.

"Rosa, I came as soon as I could." I heard Harriet walk in, in a rush, per norm.

Her footsteps slowed down as she probably saw Michael sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Hi, I'm, uh, Michael." I felt his weight leave my side.

"Harriet, Rosa's older sister." Harriet said and I could feel her looking back and forth at me.

"Scofield, Yard time!" A CO demanded.

"Um, I'll see you later, Rosa." I heard him joke and I mockingly laughed.

"And it was nice to finally meet you, Harriet." He spoke politely.

I smiled before I heard the door shut again, "Rosa Marie Young, who was he?" She laughed as she sat in the same spot as Michael was just moments ago.

"Michael Scofield, he's a friend." I shrugged, "A friend? I saw your guys' little thing a moment ago," She objected to my use of the word friend.

"He kissed your hand, friends don't kiss other friends hands." She spoke loudly and I hushed her.

"We kinda have a thing, so what? He's a good guy," "For a fugitive in prison, maybe." She injected.

"Actually, out of every guy I've ever met, he's one of the best." I testified for Michael.

"It doesn't matter, what matters is I have some exciting news for you." She said as she grabbed my hands.

"I found a lawyer, she says that she can get you out if you really are innocent." She spoke giddy, and although I was super stoked, some part of me became incredibly sad, I couldn't leave Michael.

"She told me to tell you to keep your head down, she'll put in the work out there, and she'll get you out."

A/N  WENTWORTH is SO fine too, I'm sad he's not into women and 20+ years older than me ☹️