Origami ( Michael Scofield )

2. Allen

I look through the files in my hand as I sit on my chair.

"Who's my 1 o'clock?" I asked Katie. The nurse.

"Er, Michael Scofield." She answered before leaving my office.

Fast Forward

I wiped Michael's finger with cotton and alchohol. Making sure it's clean before taking a blood sample for his test.

"How long does this take?" I heard him asking.

"It used to take hours. They've come a long way with the new glucose kits, this'll take us about 10 seconds. Slide this drip into the meter and we're ready to go." I answered back, not taking my eyes off of his finger. I took the drip with Michael's blood on it and slides it into a meter, then I took my gloves off. 

I examined him as I explained the details. Michael looks at the meter saying 'PROCESSING. I couldn't help but notice how fidgety he is on his seat.

"I'm sure you know this but average glucose for a non-diabetic is about a hundred milligrams per deciliter, so we see a number like that here and we know you've been misdiagnosed." I continued as Michael shuffles on his seat.

"You seem nervous." Couldn't help but voice out to him.

"I do?" He questioned, forcing a smile.

"You're sweating." I added.

Michael shook his head. "Must be the needles. Never really got used to 'em."

"Somehow, with diabetes and that tattoo, I find that hard to believe." I answered back at him. Not really buying what he's saying.

Michael pulls down his sleeve as I picked up the meter.

"Huh." I started as I check the result.

"Bad news, I'm afraid." I added. Showing Michael the meter.

"180 milligrams per deciliter, you're definitely diabetic." I told him, showing the results. Placing the device back on the table.

I observed Michael as relief appeared all over his face. Why though? Why was he relief?

"Do you need anything else from me?" He questioned, now his smile returning back on his face.

I shook my head. "Arm to stick a needle in."

He smiled and jump off of the chair. "Okay." He answered brightly.

"I'll see you Wednesday." I infomed him as he walks out from my office.

Katie enters my office.

"Cute." She commented.

"Prisoner." I answered back. Not really in the mood to tease around.

"I don't know, there's something strange about him." I informed her as I check back on Michael's files.

"What do you mean?" She asked, glancing at me.

"I gave him the results of his blood test and there was this look on his face. It was, um... relief." I answered her, still confused about Michael's behavior.

Later

"You look bothered." Sara commented as her gaze fell on my face.

We were currently having dinner after work at some near by cafe.

"Yeah. Well. Scofield..." I answered back as I played with the salad I'm eating.

I look up to Sara's face and saw her grinning at me.

"What?" Raising an eyebrow at her

"You're smitten by him!" She claimed.

I roll my eyes at her and place my face on the palm of my hand.

"What? He is attractive! You gotta admit." She shrugges.

"There's something about him. I just can't..." I trailed out.

"Well. He is something. Based on the records we have, I can't imagine as well how he did what he did." She stated.

"Yeah. Unless he wants to be put in there..."

"You're thinking too much about it." Sara chuckles at me.

I smile back at her as we continue out dinner. Thoughts still stuck on the blue eyed man.

"I guess I am..."