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Title: Frowns and Smirks
Characters: Sara, T-Bag
Prompt: #48 Punishment
Rating: PG
Summary: Sara frowned. She had not wanted to see T-Bag so soon after Seth’s suicide. But she had a job to do.
Author's Notes: This piece shortly follows the piece with Seth.
Sara stepped out of one of the exam rooms. She had just finished tending to a large gash on an inmate’s forehead. He had gotten into a scuffle with another inmate. The other inmate was lucky enough to leave that fight with his life. Sara walked up to Katie’s desk.
“Who’s my next appointment?” she asked, plucking a clipboard off the desk.
“Theodore Bagwell, he’s waiting for you in there.” Katie pointed to another exam room where through the window you could see T-Bag sitting on top of the exam table.
Sara frowned. She had not wanted to see T-Bag so soon after Seth’s suicide. But she had a job to do. Taking a deep breath, Sara proceeded to enter the exam room where T-Bag waited. When she entered, T-Bag’s face twisted into that crocodile grin of his.
“G’morning Doc,” he greeted with that southern drawl of his.
“Mr. Bagwell, it seems like you’re in here ever other week with some kind of injury.” Sara placed her clipboard on her desk.
“I like seein’ your pretty face, Doc.”
Sara leaned on her desk and crossed her arms in annoyance. “What is it this time?”
“My knee, if you please.”
“Okay, roll up your pant leg and I’ll take a look,” Sara said, slipping on a pair of latex gloves.
“How ‘bout I just take off my pants for ya?” T-Bag purred.
Sara glared at him. “How ‘bout you just do as I ask?”
T-Bag chuckled, but complied. Sara took a good look at his knee. A large purple and blue bruise was forming on his leg. She gently touched and prodded it and when T-Bag let out a small hiss of pain, Sara couldn’t help but grin slightly.
“This is quite a large bruise. Where did you get it from?” She asked.
“I fell.” Just like all the other inmates, T-Bag lied about his injury.
“Well, it doesn’t seem serious, nothing’s broken at least.” She rubbed some ointment on it. “I want you to stay off it for awhile to give it some time to heal.” Sara gave his knee a final squeeze before going to stand by her desk.
T-Bag let out another hiss of pain. “Doc, you should watch where you put your hands.”
“No, you should watch where you put your hands.” T-Bag eyed her in a funny way, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Sara simply said one name. “Seth Hoffner.”
T-Bag’s face twisted into that grin of his. “Oh, so that’s what you’re so snippy about today.” He chuckled as he rolled his pant leg back down. “I don’t know why you’re so angry, Doc. It’s not like I tied the sheet around his neck.”
“Oh, but you did.” Sara leaned on the desk and stared at him sternly. She crossed her arms once again. “You may have not done it physically, but I know you’re responsible for his suicide. Everyone does.”
“Yeah, and what are they gonna do about it, Missy?”
“It looks like someone already has.” She motioned with her chin to his injured knee and smirked.
T-Bag growled in annoyance and got up to leave the exam room. Sara called out after him.
“Mr. Bagwell, if I find out that you are harassing anymore of the younger inmates, I will do something about it.”
T-Bag smirked at her. “Don’t worry about it, Doc. I’ve got other things on my mind these days.” And with that he walked out.
Sara frowned after him. She didn’t like the tone of voice T-Bag had. It worried her. He was up to something. But then again, aren’t they all up to something?
Characters: Sara, T-Bag
Prompt: #48 Punishment
Rating: PG
Summary: Sara frowned. She had not wanted to see T-Bag so soon after Seth’s suicide. But she had a job to do.
Author's Notes: This piece shortly follows the piece with Seth.
Sara stepped out of one of the exam rooms. She had just finished tending to a large gash on an inmate’s forehead. He had gotten into a scuffle with another inmate. The other inmate was lucky enough to leave that fight with his life. Sara walked up to Katie’s desk.
“Who’s my next appointment?” she asked, plucking a clipboard off the desk.
“Theodore Bagwell, he’s waiting for you in there.” Katie pointed to another exam room where through the window you could see T-Bag sitting on top of the exam table.
Sara frowned. She had not wanted to see T-Bag so soon after Seth’s suicide. But she had a job to do. Taking a deep breath, Sara proceeded to enter the exam room where T-Bag waited. When she entered, T-Bag’s face twisted into that crocodile grin of his.
“G’morning Doc,” he greeted with that southern drawl of his.
“Mr. Bagwell, it seems like you’re in here ever other week with some kind of injury.” Sara placed her clipboard on her desk.
“I like seein’ your pretty face, Doc.”
Sara leaned on her desk and crossed her arms in annoyance. “What is it this time?”
“My knee, if you please.”
“Okay, roll up your pant leg and I’ll take a look,” Sara said, slipping on a pair of latex gloves.
“How ‘bout I just take off my pants for ya?” T-Bag purred.
Sara glared at him. “How ‘bout you just do as I ask?”
T-Bag chuckled, but complied. Sara took a good look at his knee. A large purple and blue bruise was forming on his leg. She gently touched and prodded it and when T-Bag let out a small hiss of pain, Sara couldn’t help but grin slightly.
“This is quite a large bruise. Where did you get it from?” She asked.
“I fell.” Just like all the other inmates, T-Bag lied about his injury.
“Well, it doesn’t seem serious, nothing’s broken at least.” She rubbed some ointment on it. “I want you to stay off it for awhile to give it some time to heal.” Sara gave his knee a final squeeze before going to stand by her desk.
T-Bag let out another hiss of pain. “Doc, you should watch where you put your hands.”
“No, you should watch where you put your hands.” T-Bag eyed her in a funny way, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Sara simply said one name. “Seth Hoffner.”
T-Bag’s face twisted into that grin of his. “Oh, so that’s what you’re so snippy about today.” He chuckled as he rolled his pant leg back down. “I don’t know why you’re so angry, Doc. It’s not like I tied the sheet around his neck.”
“Oh, but you did.” Sara leaned on the desk and stared at him sternly. She crossed her arms once again. “You may have not done it physically, but I know you’re responsible for his suicide. Everyone does.”
“Yeah, and what are they gonna do about it, Missy?”
“It looks like someone already has.” She motioned with her chin to his injured knee and smirked.
T-Bag growled in annoyance and got up to leave the exam room. Sara called out after him.
“Mr. Bagwell, if I find out that you are harassing anymore of the younger inmates, I will do something about it.”
T-Bag smirked at her. “Don’t worry about it, Doc. I’ve got other things on my mind these days.” And with that he walked out.
Sara frowned after him. She didn’t like the tone of voice T-Bag had. It worried her. He was up to something. But then again, aren’t they all up to something?