「𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝」- 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 | Prison Break

Chapter 3

Liz quickly opened the door and let Micheal and Lincoln entered first. Liz's loft wasn't that far away from where they were. So they decided to go there since she assured them that she had everything to treat Lincoln's wound. She quickly closed the door behind her as Micheal helped Lincoln to sit on the couch. She made her way to the kitchen and took cayenne papers, rubbing alcohol - and alcohol for Lincoln - and went to her bathroom to take some bandages and cotton. When she went back into the living room, she squatted down and started to treat Lincoln's wound even though he insisted to not. But according to Micheal - and he was right - if they keep moving Lincoln's leg keep bleeding, and if Lincoln's leg keeps bleeding, they will never getting out of Illinois. Liz nodded at what he said and rolled up Lincoln's jeans above his wound making him groan because of the dolour. Liz muttered an apology and poured alcohol on the wound before adding cayenne papers on the wound. It would seal the capillaries. She wrapped the wound with bandages. As she did that, Michael stood up saying that he was going to get their car. Lincoln groaned replying that they could find another one but Micheal added that they needed this specific car. He put his cap on as he said that that car had everything they need to disappear. He then left as Liz went to the guest room - where her brother sleep when he comes over to the place - and took clean male jeans. She put them on the bed and went back to the living room to help Lincoln going into the guest room to change. She left to put away all the system D medical supplies and tried to clean the blood on her couch but a fainted bloodstain will remain. She then knocked on the guest room to check on Lincoln who told her she could enter. She walked to him and sat next to him on the bed. He was all changed.

"How you're feeling?" She asked, eyeing his injured leg.

"It's hurt a bit but I guess it's good," he answered, moving a bit his leg. "How you know how to heald it?"

"Well, when your brother is a surgeon, you know some tips," she playfully said, making him chuckled. "But more seriously, Malcolm forced me to learn some quick healing techniques like a how-to pose a tourniquet or this kind of things in case something happens when I'm on the field,"

"That served," Lincoln chuckled.

As they continued to talk, Liz heard a sound coming from outside the apartment, in the corridor of the building. She held a finger to her mouth, signalling Lincoln to not talk and silently and discreetly walked towards the front door. She took the chandelier - since Abruzzi stole her gun - that was on the chest of drawers near the door. She looked on the door scope to see who it was. Liz let a sigh of relief escape her mouth when she saw her next-door neighbour entering his apartment. She put down the chandelier and went back to the guest room.

"It was just the next-door neighbour," she informed him as she entered into the room. She walked to the window and moved a bit the curtains to have a better look on the streets. There was nothing abnormal outside. "Michael has to speed up. It's just a matter of time for the FBI to come here for me. They will find a link between us. We need to leave before they come."

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Liz and Lincoln left the apartment to join Michael in the outside car park. He was standing in front of a car with a broken window.

"You have them?" Liz asked as she and Lincoln walked closer to Michael. The latter shook his head and sighed.

"They were missing when I find the car," Liz sighed and ran a hand in her brown long hair.

"What's going on?" Lincoln asked.

"Apparently I wasn't the only one looking for this car,"

"Great..." Lincoln muttered, annoyed.

Liz went to open the car door of the backseat and sat in the vehicle. The two brothers entered the car too, Lincoln on the driver seat and Micheal on the passager one. Micheal told them that they were heading west toward the money and LJ. They just had one last stop to make.