PHRONESIS | michael scofield

05.

05. ♞ NO H?

     "WHAT'S ANOTHER WORD FOR 'LOVE'?" Sucre suddenly asked. Phoebe cocked a brow, her entire body turning in the direction of Sucre, who was currently writing a letter.

     "What's the context?" Michael asked. Phoebe sat on the bottom bunk, playing solitaire with a deck of cards she'd found under the bunk earlier as Michael leaned against the cold concrete wall by the cell door.

     "Oh, you know." Sucre began, "The 'I-love you-so-much-I-ain't-never-knocking-over-a liquor-store-again' context." Sucre joked, to which Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle and smile.

     "How thoughtful of you, Sucre." Phoebe teased, Michael rolled his eyes towards Phoebe playfully. "What are you even writing?"

     "I'm proposing to my girl, if you gotta know." Sucre said casually. Phoebe's eyes widened and she couldn't help but smile.

      "Aww, Sucre that's amazing!" Phoebe cheered, clapping her hands together excitedly. It'd been a few days since she'd been arrested and it hadn't been as bad as she'd originally thought. Seeing as she needed a schedule different to the other inmates, she was usually alone in the cell, infirmary, and the showers. Michael's brows raised as he looked over at Phoebe, who was busy fan-girling.

"In a letter?" Michael questioned incredulously. Phoebe turned and glared at him, disappointed in him for even asking that.

     "You got a better way?" Sucre retorted. He stared at the pen in his hands and then back at his letter. He'd never admit it, but Sucre himself was disappointed in the way he was proposing to the love of his life.

     "Face-to-face works pretty good." Michael joked with a smirk, ignoring Phoebe who was shaking her head at Michael's suggestion.

     "This place ain't exactly a romantic spot." Sucre pointed out. "I'm gonna have her get on the Staten Island Ferry. Then, once she can see the Empire State Building she opens the letter, it's like almost being there, except for the fact that I won't be there." Sucre said matter-of-factly. Michael smiled.

     "Passion!" Phoebe suggested and clapped her hands together, satisfied with her answer. Michael nodded and looked over at Phoebe.

     "Like Phoebe said, try 'passion'." Phoebe glared at Michael and shook her head once again.

     "Not only did you ruin the beautiful moment Mike, but you're trying to steal my word idea." Phoebe said, "I'm greatly disappointed in you." She huffed playfully. Michael laughed, the sound causing Phoebe's insides to melt. God knew that boy's beautiful laugh made Phoebe melt to putty.

     "Oh, oh, passion! Passion, that's dope. Passion." Sucre paused, brows scrunched together in deep thought before he looked back at them. "How do you spell that?" Sucre questioned. Phoebe harshly slapped a hand to her forehead, almost giving herself a headache as she did, as Sucre continued to work on his letter, "Is it P-A-S-H—" Michael smiled, shaking his head as Phoebe pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "No 'H'?" Sucre asked innocently. Michael rolled his eyes and shook his head.

     "I'm greatly disappointed in you as well, Sucre." Phoebe teased.

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     "Your tattoos are pretty fresh, huh? Just like your friend's." The pretty doctor pointed out. Phoebe didn't reply, looking straight out the door of the infirmary. "Hold this please." The doctor said. Phoebe did as told, holding down a cotton ball on her arm as Doctor Sara Tancredi tossed away the needle she'd injected Phoebe with. "How does it feel to be a woman stuck in a place like that?" Sara questioned and Phoebe chuckled.

     "You mean a female inmate?" Phoebe questioned. Sara smiled yet didn't reply, "It feels strange. Specially with all the cat-calls and the creepy stares."

     "I know how that feels." Sara admitted with a sigh. "The inmates tend to get touchy at times and they cat-call lots," Sara said and removed the cotton ball from Phoebe's arm. "Have you been told your schedule yet? Yours will be a little bit different to give you some more privacy and safety." Phoebe shook her head and smiled. Even though she wouldn't ever admit it to Sara, she was thankful to have another female to talk to, even if Phoebe didn't like that their plan included Michael flirting with the doctor.

     "Nope." Phoebe said and shrugged nonchalantly. Sara nodded, moving closer to a desk besides them that was covered in piles of paperwork and folders and pulling a paper out of a folder with Phoebe's name on it.

     "Well, here it is." Sara said as she handed Phoebe the sheet of paper with her schedule printed in bold black ink. "If you have any questions, you're always free to come ask me."

     "Great." Phoebe whispered and pressed her lips together into an awkward thin smile. "Thanks." She added. Sara smiled and nodded, saying her goodbyes to the inmate as the next one came inside.