Let's Break Out Of Prison - Prison Break FanFic

Chapter 8: Tweener

The next day I'm woken up by my stomach summersaulting violently and the sound of my cell door opening.

Mike enters carrying a white box.

"What's that?" I ask still sleepy.

"I got you some things." He replies, and I frown. "When I woke up this morning I noticed some, er, blood." I look down at my light grey trackies and my sheets and notice a dark blob on both.

I groan. "Oh my god that's so embarrassing."

He smiles slightly, "don't be embarrassed." He says. "I told the guards that my sugar levels felt low and got some lady, er, items from Sara."

"Thank you." I breath out. He opens the box and I jump down from my bunk. My head goes slightly dizzy and my cramps kick in.

"Woah!" Michael holds me up straight. "You good?"

"Mhmm." I take a tampon from a fresh pack, clean underwear and clothes and then go to the back of the cell. "Can you cover the front, please?" I ask him.

"Sure." He grabs a sheet and hangs it up before turning and facing away from me. I start to open the packet and then I decide to be extra safe and wear a pad as well.

"Whoever created the packaging for this stuff could have made it quieter, not everyone wants to know I'm on period." I talk as if one of my girlfriends is here. Which they're not. Everything I just said probably confused him. But he laughs anyway even if it did. "Why blood? Why can't it be like... fairy dust or something?" I continue.

"If we weren't in here I would run you a really hot shower, and let you be in there as long as you like, while you did that I would warm up your clothes in the dryer and find a load of chick flicks and chocolate for you." He says facing the wall still.

I finish up washing my hands and go over to him putting my hands around his neck and he places his on my hips. "You're too cute." I say slightly sarcastically. "Great first date huh." I joke.

"I'm not counting any of this as dates. Only once we get on the outside."

"This is the closest I've ever gotten to a girl, period talk. Is that something I'll have to get used to?" He jokes.

"Sorry you had to wake up to that." I say looking at the floor.

"Don't apologise." He scolds me. "There's nothing to apologise for." I run my thumb on his cheek and just hug him.

"You know this won't last, I'll probably be ready to kill you in an hour. My mood swings are pretty crazy." I forewarn him.

"I can handle it." He assures me. "Besides that rage might come into use if anyone tries any funny business with you." He smiles at his words and then I kiss him. "Out of interest what is your favourite chick flick?"

"Um? Probably, oh god there's so many, er, Mean Girls?" I decide. "But I'm more into like crime series and movies. Things like that." I tell him.

He nods his head, "favourite chocolate?"

"Er, Lindt truffles."

"I will remember this information." He whispers. I rest my head on his chest as we've moved onto his bottom bunk. "I really like you, you know." It shocks me when he says this. He really doesn't seem like the kind of guy to talk about feelings at all. I pull my head up and look into his beautiful eyes. I get lost in them for a minute until his melodic laugh pulls me out of the trance.

"I really like you too." I reply sounding like a teenage school girl. I rest my head back on his chest and he strokes my arm gently. "Can I tell you something?"