End of the Tunnel

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Michael's PoV

I walked around the tunnels looking for my way into the break out room, I saw a load of concrete fall onto the floor of the tunnels.

I smirked as I crawled over and out of the hole.

"We leave tonight" I announce.

Everyone looked at me with a gloomy look on their face, making me frown.

"What's wrong?" I questioned them, noticing a few people were missing.

"Michael we have a problem" I heard one of them say, I wasn't really listening to who.

"Where's my brother? And Francesca? Where is she?" I asked looking around the room, hoping to see my brother and Cesca come into the room.

"I don't know where Cesca is but I know tha-" Sucre was cut off as I heard my brothers screams to be let go.

My eyes widened and I rushed outside and see him being dragged away by guards.

Well that's made my plan 100 times harder.

Francesca's PoV

I scream out as I jump over the boxes and over to John.

"Hey John stay with me okay?" I told him putting pressure around his wound, weeping as I did so.

He pointed weakly to his neck and tried to say something.

"Hey! No, No! Don't try and talk okay? You're gonna be okay"

I cried as I watched his body convulse, deciding no one was going to help if I didn't start screaming.

"HELP ME"

"HELP"

"IN HERE PLEASE"

I shrieked as COs started to file in the room calling for Sara and other doctors.

Before I knew it, Sara was there helping John onto a stretcher and rushing off as my hands were still around his neck.

"Stay with me John, just keep breathing like that okay? You're gonna be okay I promise, breathe" I stated, feeling the hot tears run down my face.

The air ambulance pulled him onto the helicopter and Sara started shouting his information to the paramedics.

"JUST HELP HIM PLEASE"

I cried as I watched the man that has been there for me since the start of my prison sentence being flown over to a hospital.

•••

I walked into my cell block as men parted so I could walk without covering them in Abruzzi's blood.

"Cesca"

I didn't even bother looking up at the person who called me, walking straight into my cell and sitting on the bottom bunk.

"Come on let me help you" I heard the familiar voice again.

"No" I mumbled, my eyes not leaving the ground.

"Please"

I gave up and let the person help me wash my hands of the probable dead man's blood. I didn't care who it was, I just stared ahead.

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