When Two Worlds Collide

chapter one

I met Michael Scofield years ago, when I worked in the infirmary at Fox River State Penitentiary. I fell in love with this man and he completely changed my life forever. I knew this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. My dream became a reality, I remember it like it was yesterday. I walked down that beach holding Fernando Sucre's hand, more than ready for me to become Mrs. Scofield. Those two words, I will never forget how happy he sounded when he said those two words. 

"I do."

Six months later and those words now physically hurt me to think about. Without my husband, true love, and best friend, I can't spend a day not crying. I remember his death like it was yesterday.

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*flashback*

Sara's POV

"Morning beautiful," Michael said to me loudly as he rolled over from his side of the bed.

"SHHHH!!!! You're gonna wake the baby," I say smiling in an angrily voice.

"Right, I totally forgot we made one of those lil' humans together," he says as a smirk crosses his face.

*loud cries

"See, I told you, didn't I?" I say nudging him, indicating he needs to go comfort our son.

"Fine, I'll do it! I'm the man of the house anyways and no baby is messing with my lady's beauty sleep. Even though she CLEARLY doesn't need any because she is already the most gorgeous woman on the planet!" Michael says loudly as he storms out of bed to put on his robe.

"Be back in a few m'lady," he says as he leans over the bed to kiss me on the forehead.

All of a sudden the crying stops, and i'm somewhat impressed.

I smile.

Twenty minutes go by without any sound coming out Michael Jr.'s room. I yawned and stepped out of bed craving coffee unlike any other day. I walked into the kitchen and turned on all the lights to try and wake myself up a little. I glance over at the clock and it reads 5:30 AM. 

"Great..." I mumble under my breath rolling my eyes multiple times. 

I made a hot, fresh pot of coffee in the machine and opened up the cupboard to grab mine and Michael's mugs we ALWAYS use. Mine was a pink mug that had a little origami tulip on it and Michael's was a black one with a blueprint all over it and somewhere hidden in it, it says "I love my big brother." I struggle to find it every time I pick it out of the cupboard.

I poured the hot coffee into both our mugs and walked over to Michael Jr.'s room. I approach the room at the end of the hallway with the door opened to a crack. Knocking three times, I push the door open slightly.

"Michael, hunny, I made you some cof...."

I dropped the mug and it shatters into a million pieces.

"MICHAEL," I scream running over to my unconscious husband laying on the floor.

Being a doctor, I knew what I had to do. 

I checked his pulse, which was quite low. I ran to my room, continuing to stumble from the horrible sight I just saw. I open up my bedside drawer so fast, nearly knocking it over.

"Where the hell is it," I mumble losing my breath as I struggle to fight for air because I had a feeling I might pass out.

Previously being addicted to Morphine, I knew I still had that stuff somewhere.

"Found it," I say with a sigh of relief.

I grab it as quickly as possible and run to the bathroom to grab a headband. I grab my pink Victoria Secret makeup bag and race to MJ's room. I kicked open the door and slid across the floor through the stickiness of the coffee to Michael's right arm. I zip open the makeup bag and clean his arm with the last drop of rubbing alcohol I had left. I tie the headband around the bottom of his bicep and stick the needle right into the vein popping out. It wasn't much, but it bought me enough time to get him to the hospital.

I waited hours for the news about how Michael was doing. The chair I sat in had now been broken from the few anxiety attacks I had in it. About 13 hours later I was given the news from Dr. Cohan that Michael was in a medically induced coma. She said it is near to impossible that he will wake up, she said what caused this was a drug that entered his system causing his brain to swell even more than it already was. She told me she will keep him in his own room until his heart rate monitor shuts down. I have not once visited.

How could such a thing happen? I was a doctor for god sakes. I'm going to have to life with this for the rest of my life.

I'm going to have to live knowing I killed my husband, true love, and best friend.

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Sorry this was so late!!!!!! I've been so busy! But i hope you guys enjoy the first chapter!

xoxo