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We had a slight beta-problem last week, and that was why I couldn’t send a new chapter. Thankfully, I got help, and here I am :)

Hope you like this chapter again, and I’d like to say something too. This story is not a PWP (Porn without plot). Yes, it’ll have it’s moments, but we’re not gonna spend our time in bed all the time either. On the other hand, it doesn’t have the best plot either, but I think it may survive :)

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CHAPTER 03 – FLUS & WIVES

The young man mumbled as Sara glanced at him for a moment and moved the metal to another area on his chest.

“I would have saved you, don’t worry..”

Sara spoke as she backed away, “Such a relief...have you been coughing Michael?”

Young man frowned as his expression got more serious, “No?”

Sara backed off as she made a thoughtful sound.

“Can you take it off?”

As Michael gave her a look, Sara smiled.

“The shirt...”

Michael took off the sweatshirt with a smirk. Sara went behind him and just before placing the stethoscope on his back, took a look at his wound.

“Michael..”

He turned to face her the moment he heard her concerned voice. Sara spoke as she walked towards her desk, “I told you not to take the bandage off..”

Michael looked at her. “And?”

Sara turned to him with the chart in her hands.

“As if you’re living in a hygenic place, Michael. You just didn’t care about what I said and took it off anyways and now you’ve got an infection..”

She went on as Michael watched her, “If, in someway, I have to take that tattoo off of your back, it will be your fault..”

Michael just watched her with panic in his eyes as she went out of the room to get some medicine.

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Michael looked at Sara as she came in.

“You can’t take it off,” she said sternly.

Sara gave him a look and Michael swallowed hard.

Michael was watching her as she walked towards him with tubes of ointmentin her hand and without any respond, Sara took another tray and squeezed some cream from the tubes and turned to him.

“Lie down please.”

As Michael laid on his side, quietly and extremely worried, Sara smirked and looked at the healed wound without saying a word.

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Michael took a deep breath. As her fingers were rubbing the wound gently, he was trying to figure out which part of the blueprints must have gotten lost because of the wound. Sara spoke as the thoughts floated through his head.

“I will put on a new bandage and it won’t come off for 2 days.”

Michael asked, without moving a muscle, “Is it going to be okay?”

“If you listen to what I say, yes. If you had done so when you first got the burn, it would have been healed by now.”

Sara looked at him while Michael kept his silence.

“Michael?”

Michael raises his head with a sigh, “Whatever you say, Doctor Tancredi.”

Sara smiled while she was gently rubbing around the wound with healing creme, as Michael closed his eyes.

“Is it bad?” He muttered.

“I discovered it before it got worse. Good that it’s only a cold.”

“Do I have a cold?”

Michael was about to jump to his feet but Sara guided his head back down on the stretcher.

“Yes, I’ll give drugs. Calm down..”

Michael turned back to his silence, and Sara went on.

“We have a flu outbreak every year, it’s not a big deal..”

“It’s a big deal for me.”

Sara asked as she looked at him, “Why?”

Michael didn’t respond.

“Michael?”

“I have never had any easy flu’s.. I don’t get sick easily but when I do, I don’t get well so easily.”

Sara nodded silently as Michael went back to his silent position. Sara spoke gently, “Well, I am here...”

Michael nodded as Sara reached out for another bandage.

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“Okay, you can stand up now...”

Sara took of her latex gloves and threw them away. She picked up the sweatshirt on the stool while Michael was trying to get used to the bandage by stretching his stiff shoulders?.

“Here.”

Michael put his arm in the shirt and Sara helped it over his head. Her red hair gently brushed over his face. Michael stood still as Sara backed away and turned to the tray without looking at him.

“Your arm...”

Michael nodded and rolled up his sleeve as Sara swabbed the skin and administered the insulin shot. After it was done she stood up and spoke softly while she was walking towards her desk.

“See you tomorrow..”

He nodded and left the room while Sara was putting her ipod in her bag.

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“Open up 40!”

Door slid opened wide, Michael got in as Sucre jumped to his feet and stepped in.

“Hombre, I don’t know what you did but-“

Sucre made a move to hug him but Michael backed away.

“No..”

Sucre frowned, “What’s up with you, Fish?”

Michael mumbled as he slowly sat on his bed.

“I’ve got an infected wound on my back and a cold.”

“Forget about the cold, how bad is the wound?”

Michael sighed and muttered, “I don’t know, not too bad. But she strictly forbade me to take the bandage off.”

Sucre looked at him, “So?”

Michael looked back at him.

“So, I can’t go down into the pipes for 2 days. Leave finding the right way aside, I can’t even stretch my arm out. The bandage is wider this time and god knows what kind of cream she used but my cells are burning right now..”

Sucre gave him a confused look.

“Is it possible?”

“What?” Michael asked as he raised his head to his cell mate.

“Your cells to get burned.”

Michael sighed and took of his shoes.

“Don’t come too close, I don’t want to you to get a cold too. Everyone getting sick is the last thing we need right now.”

“You’re the fish, man. I’m used to it. I didn’t grow up in those clean and pretty parishes like you did.”

Michael gave a look at him and mumbled as he laid down, “You’re lucky then.”

As he closed his eyes, Sucre spoke quietly, facing the atrium.

“Maybe a little rest will do you good. Everything happens for a reason fish.”

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While T-bag was terrorizing a new inmate downstairs, Sucre spoke as he dangled his legs down the bunk.

“Pope believes that it wasn’t me who gave you the burn. Did you talk to him?”

“He must have talked to the doctor..”

Sucre nodded.

“I should thank her then. It was bad in that room with Bellick. That man would kill you if he had the chance.”

“Who you’re talking about Sucre?”

Sucre jumped down from the bunk. He eyed Bellick who was standing in front of their cell.

“T-bag, boss.”

Michael was trying to standing up as Bellick shot him a look.

“Your hooker’s here Scofield.” He snarled.

Michael was fuming. Sucre had to grip his shoulders tight to keep him from snapping back. But Michael followed Bellick without a word.

--

Walking down to conjugal, as always, Bellick was shooting off his mouth.

“We think it’s a fake thing between you and your wife, Scofield. The sheets always stay clean after your little get together.”

Michael glared at him, “My wife knows how to clean everything boss..”

Bellick returned the glare before unlocking the door and shoving Michael inside by his wounded shoulder. Michael clenched his teeth as he entered the room. Bellick turned back when he couldn’t hear the sound of the door closing and saw katie smiling and holding the door. He nodded and turned back to Michael as Sara walked in the room with two bottles of water in her hands..

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“Hello, Nika.”

Nika was startled at the sound of Bellick’s voice but when she saw Michael smiling, relaxed a bit and smiled back.

“Hello officer.”

“Captain. Is the search done?”

“Today’s Mary’s day off, I called Katie. And here she is..” said Blue.

As Bellick backed away nodding, Michael turned to see Sara who was walking by as Katie left, but stopped when she saw Michael.

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