Accused

8

~8
Jerry's POV

I haven't seen Michael in two days. He wasn't hurt, so why the hell is he still there? I'm doing pushups. I do a quick workout whenever I'm worried about one my own. My own as in gang member. My feelings are going away, which is good, because gang members aren't allowed to "be friendly" with each other.

Not in this gang anyway. I was about to start doing sit-ups, when I saw Michael being shoved into the cell block. I ran to the cell gate. He has a black eye. What the hell! The guard takes him to my cell, opens the gate, and shoves the hell out of Michael.

“Yo! What the hell man!”

Michael stumbles, but can't catch himself, because the guard didn't take his cuffs off. Michael hits the ground hard.

“Shutup, inmate! ”

The guard slams the door and storms off. I look at Michael. He's having trouble getting up. I grab his arms and turn him over, so he can sit on the ground.

“Michael, what the hell happened? ”

Michael smiled. His nose was bleeding from the fall.

“I know why I'm in here...”

“What?”

“I was framed... and so were you...”

“Michael are you OK? What are you talking about? ”

“Let me tell you what happened to me...”

Two days EARLIER - Michael's POV

I woke up. I rub my eyes and look around. I'm in the medical center. I remember what happened the day before, with Jessica and I. I smile at the thought of her lips touching mine. I sit up and swing the covers off of me.

“Jessica?”

“Yes, Michael.”

“Nothing. ”

I just wanted to make sure she was here. I get up and look around. Jessica is outside sitting at the main desk in the hall. The door is open. There aren't any guards around. Weird.

No one is around. I smile to myself. I sneak out the door, crouching down, so Jessica won't see me. I sneak around the desk. She still doesn't see me. Perfect. I move directly behind her chair. I stand up and wrap my arms around her. She jumped.

“Michael (giggling) you scared me.”

“My plan worked.” I started placing kisses on her neck. She laughed.

“Michael, that feels very good, but there are cameras out here.”

She pushes me away. Oops.

“Do you think they saw us? Oh God, I'm gonna be moved to the other medical center! And probably with an old nurse!”

She grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the patient room.

“Michael, calm down. They barely even look at those cameras and good guess on the old woman. And for your information, we are doctors. Not nurses!”

I smile. “Speaking of doctors. Let's play a game.” I wrap my arms around her waist.

“What game?”

“Role playing, ” she started laughing, “You be the doctor, and I'll be the sick patient. ”

She was laughing and shaking her head no.