innocent // prison break

22. Out of nowhere

M I C H A E L

I slipped the piece of paper into my suit, knowing I could get my old, crazy, cellmate to remember the pathway he saw on my body, I had him draw it on a slip of paper.

I turned around in my new cell as a knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts about Rosa.

"Hey." Dr. Terry stood in the doorway.

"They said you wanted to talk to me." He said and I nodded, motioning for him to come in.

"Yeah, yeah." I spoke as we sat on the edge of my bed.

"Can you give something to Rosa?" I asked and he gave me a questionable look.

I handed his a piece of pottery I made.

"It's an ashtray." I smiled as he looked at the bowl, "I'm pretty sure Rosa doesn't smoke." He gave me an amused look.

"Yeah, I know. But they only let us make these and jewelry, and I didn't figure her for the macaroni necklace type." I smiled and Terry sighed as he set down the ashtray.

"How about we talk about how you're doing?" He changed the subject.

"I think we both know I don't belong here. I don't remember much of that night, but being locked up in Ad Seg. I guess something must've snapped." I shrugged.

"What I'm trying to say is that I think I've had enough of arts and crafts." I said and he chuckled.

"But that's your call." "And the Doctors here do say you've been acting fine." Terry thought about it.

"The problem is if you don't tell the Warden who burned you, he's going to lock you back up in ad seg. And after a couple of days after that, you're going to be right back here." Terry spoke the truth.

"How's Rosa?" I asked about the girl I had to leave again.

"As good as she can be, with her current situations. She's worried about you. Hasn't eaten much these past few days." "What do you mean current situations? Can't you make her eat? Is she sick?" I repeated him.

"You haven't let her get a word in the last times you've spoken.. Michael, listen to me carefully.. She has two months." He spoke seriously and I squinted me eyes.

"Two months? Two months of what?" "Two months until she's put to death." He said and I found myself struggling to breathe.

"And that's only half of her situation.." He sighed as he stood from my bed.

"Half? What do you mean? Did Rogers touch her?" I stood up quickly.

"What does Rogers have to do with this? I won't tell you the other half, it's too personal to be talked about like gossip." He said before walking towards me door, I admired his respectable values but I just wanted to know what he was talking about.

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"Assure me I'll be protected." "Michael, we've known each other long enough, such assurances shouldn't be necessary." The warden promised and I sighed, nervously moving.

"With all due respect warden, if I was protected in the first place, none of this would've happened." I spoke before looking at the slightly shorter than me man.