Accused

2

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Michael's POV

As I open my eyes, I'm blinded by the ceiling light. My jaw was throbbing. I groan in pain. A woman shields the light, by leaning over me.

"Mr. Jackson?"

I moan.

"Where-"

I grab my jaw in agony.

"Sorry. Don't speak. Here take these painkillers."

She hands me two painkillers and a cup of water. She helps me sit up so I can take the pills.

"Nice to see you finally woke up."

She seems nice. I then remember the punch and what is going on in my life.

"I-"

I groan loudly in pain. She winced at my pain.

"You want to talk? Here."

She hands me a pen and pad.

"Use this."

She smiles at me. I nod. I start writing on the pad. I then hand it to her.

"I have to talk to my lawyer. Well, I'll call him if you want."

I write something else.

"Where am I? Well, you're at Oklahoma Department of Corrections."

"What!"

Damn it! This time I scream in pain. She grabs my hand and tries to calm me down.

"Shh. Shh. Shh."

She looks me directly in my eyes. For some reason that calmed me down.

"Now, you'll be in here a few more weeks. That guy really hurt you."

The man in the holding cell creeped me out. I write down something else.

"How did I get here? Well, I heard your lawyer pleaded guilty. You were sent here immediately. Oh, and this is the medical center."

I moan in disbelief and annoyance. I look around. The room is white, the beds are white and the equipment is silver. I write something else.

"Am I the only one here? Yes. Yes you are."

I nod. I feel exhausted. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Jessica's POV

He seems nice. I continue to file papers. I have to admit, he's really attractive. No, Jess. Number one rule, don't fantasize about the inmates.

"Hey, Jessica, I'm going on my lunch break."

"Ok, Steve."

I hear Steve leave the medical center. I yawn. I look back at Michael. I only know his name, because of his file. He's wearing a blue jumpsuit. That means he's in cell block C. C is pretty bad. Only the worst criminals are located in there.

There's no way he's a hardcore criminal. He groaned. I walk over to him. He looks at me. His eyes show sadness and pain. I check my watch.

"It's time for you medication."

I sit him up and hand him the pills and a cup of water. As he takes the pills, I take out some ice and a zip lock bag. I put the ice in the bag and hand it to him.

"Press it gently against your face."

He nods. I walk back to my desk.

Michael's POV

I watch her walk back to her desk. She has a nice body. Oh my gosh! My wife! I was just about to say something, when I remember my jaw. So, I hum instead.

"Mmmm! Mmm mm!"

She turns around. I wave her over. She walks over to me and I begin to write my statement. I hand it to her.

"I need to call my wife. I'm sorry, but you aren't allowed to make any calls until you are better. Its the rules. Sorry."

I moan. She shrugs. This sucks.

I know that was a little boring, but the next chapter SHALL BE BETTER! :) :D stay tune!