Contingency {M.Scofield}

5 ~ Tests

Sienna

I was sat across from my sister as she went through inmate files on her desk. I fiddled with my hands underneath the table and avoided eye-contact with her, hoping she wouldn't sense my anxious mood. Ever since T-Bag came to my cell yesterday, I've been quite nervous and unconsciously flinching at the smallest thing. Sara knows me better than anyone and she'll be able to tell that there was something up with me if I didn't try to act normal.

"You have to do Scofield's injection again today, but I need you to check his blood glucose aswell." Sara told me as she finished noting down some information from the files. I nodded along and waited for her to continue.

"Other than that there's only two other inmates in today and they're simple just cleaning some cuts and re-wrapping them." I nodded again and stood up.

"Sounds good. Who's first, anyone ready now?" I asked.

"Scofield's already waiting in the examination room, so you can head straight on in." She smiled at me. I nodded and headed to the door leading out of her small office/filing room but stopped when Sara spoke.

"Something happened, didn't it?" I looked down and turned slightly but didn't look at her. "Sienna, you can talk to me. I can help." She said, and I cringed as she said the word 'help', it only reminding me of T-Bag and how he wanted to 'help' me out in here.

"I don't want to talk about it, please just... Just leave it." I said softly and walked out the room. I walked across the small hallway and felt bad for not telling Sara about what happened, but I couldn't. If I let her know what happened, there's nothing she could do, I'm stuck here for 35 years and having to see the sympathetic and pitying look on her face nearly everyday would slowly kill me.

I opened the door to the examination room and found Michael sitting waiting. He smiled at me when I came in and I returned it. I sat on the small stool next to him and put a pair of latex gloves on and prepared the insulin for him. I injected him and threw the needle in the bin and gave him a cotton ball.

"Put pressure on that for me." He nodded. I walked across the room and grabbed the small blood glucose machine and brought it back over to where Michael was sat. 

"I just need to check your blood glucose levels, can you give me your finger." He again nodded but this time I noticed a change in his demeanor and he seemed slightly... nervous? I placed his finger into the machine and let it prick his finger before waiting for the machine to scan it. The room had a comfortable silence, which is something I am coming to realise is a regular occurrence with Michael.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I saw the results on the small screen of the machine.

"What's wrong?" Michael looked at me.

"Hm, are you sure that it's type 1 diabetes you have?" I asked him as I grabbed a notepad and pen and wrote down the result.

"Ever since I was a kid, why?"

"Well your blood glucose is 50 milligrams per decilitre." I stated.

"So?" He asked looking at me. 

"So... it's hypoglycemic, it means that your body is reacting as though you're not a diabetic." I said and looked at him. He still seemed nervous and looked down slightly.

"Next time you're in, I want to run some tests. I don't really want to be administering insulin to a man who might not need it. It could possibly just be that you were misdiagnosed as a child." He nodded at me. 

"Have you been have any cold sweats? Any tingling?" I asked considering the symptoms. He shook his head no and stood up to look out the window towards the yard, I stood up and followed him and placed a hand on his shoulder.