innocent // prison break

16. Arose

R O S A

My eyes fluttered opened as I felt something cold touch my neck.

I tried to move but half of my torso stung like nothing else, I groaned as I looked at the ceiling that I was under.

It was unfamiliar, "Hey," I heard a familiar voice speak.

"Don't move, you're hurt pretty badly." Dr. Terry said as he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Terry? What's going on?" I said rubbing my eyes, not recognizing the cement walls I was in.

"Well, Rosa, you died." He said and froze, "What?" I winced as I propped myself up onto my elbows.

"You lost a lot of blood, causing your heart to stop, but you're a fighter, we actually got your heart going again." He explained as he packed up his tools.

"Some of the people thought it might be best if we just left you in peace, since we saved you, just to watch you die again in two months-" "What?" I spoke loudly.

He sighed loudly, "After what happened about three nights ago, the Warren and the board made up their mind. You're on death row."

"What do you mean three nights ago, I don't know what's going on?" I breathed deeply because I couldn't remember anything after throwing up a few days ago.

I winced as my breathing actually effected my cut.

"Your memory will return soon enough, you just had a small concussion. Don't move around too much, and please, please heal. Make peace with whatever God you worship." He said as he knocked on the large medal door before he was let out of my room.

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"You're allowed to roam the rec area for one hour, if you don't cause any trouble." A CO said as he came into my room, I was in intense segregation, the same place Lincoln was.

I walked out, slightly limping since it hurt to move the whole right side of my body.

I noticed the very few inmates were gathered here, only the worst of the worst.

They all looked at me in my white sweater and dark sweat pants, the only thing I could wear that didn't interfere with my wound.

"Rosa?" Lincoln nearly jumped from his seat, "Lincoln.." I sighed in relief, the only person I trusted in this block.

He hugged me and I gasped before wincing, "Are you okay? What happened to you?" He asked as he pulled away from me quickly, holding my shoulders.

I lifted up half of my sweater, not revealing any skin, just my torso tightly wrapped, with a thick red line on my right side.

"Good God, Rosa. Come on." He said in amazement of my gash before leading me to an empty table.

"What happened? Everyone thought you were dead." He pressed for answers.

"I can't remember," I winced as I sat down, "I remember seeing you the day before our plan, and getting ready to leave, but nothing after that, until I woke up in my new room two days ago." I breathed raggedly.

"Well we obviously called it off when we heard you were supposedly dead,-" "I actually did die, apparently." I smiled because I came back from the dead.

"What? What do you mean?" He squinted his eyes.

"I guess I was pronounced dead a few days ago, but I was lucky enough to have Dr. Terry save me. But that leads me to something else, Lincoln, I have two months before I'm going to die." I spoke bluntly.

He gave me a weird look.

"I'm on death row, there was something about a CO who apparently escaped from me and told everyone I tried to kill him.." I said as I held my head.

"But I can't remember, I can't remember anything from that night, even if there was information to save my life, I can't remember." I held my head as I squeezed my eyes closed.

"Rosa, I don't mean to add to your already full plate, but," He paused as I opened my eyes, looking up at him, "Michael is losing his mind, because he thinks you're dead."

A/N I'm convinced Bryana is an actual angel