Just Be Careful: Sara, Tweener
Title: Just Be Careful
Characters: Sara, Tweener
Prompt: #34 Too Much
Genre: General
Rating: G
Summary: Sara thinks the way Tweener acts out in the yard is a bit too much and gives him some advice.
Author's Notes: I suck at writing Tweener. But at least I tried.
Dr. Sara Tancredi walked into the infirmary exam room where David “Tweener” Apolskis was sitting, fingertips tapping the table. His head bobbed to a silent rap beat that only he could hear. Sara smiled in amusement. She coughed to get his attention.
“S’up Doc,” Tweener said, snapping out of his little daydream of stardom.
“Good morning, David.” Sara pulled up a chair next to him and opened his file.
“So, Bellick told me you wanted to see me?”
“I just wanted to check up on you, see if you’re feeling well.”
“I feel fine, Doc.”
“Okay,” Sara paused before continuing, “So I shouldn’t be expecting anymore fake seizures from you any time soon?”
Tweener froze up. Busted!
Sara’s eyes became stern “All of your tests show me that there was nothing wrong with you.” She folded up his file and tossed it onto her desk. “This is a prison, Mr. Apolskis. Inmates are getting hurt and sick left and right. And my schedule is busy enough as it is. I don’t appreciate it when prisoners waste my time.”
Tweener remained silent. He tried to avoid Dr. Sara’s eyes, but he would glance back to check if her admonishing stare had faltered.
Nope, she still looked annoyed.
“David, you’re not in trouble. I just want to know what reasons you had to fake a seizure.”
He was still silent. Sara let out a frustrated sigh. It would make her job a lot easier if her patients were truthful with her for once. But then again they didn’t trust her and she couldn’t afford to trust them.
“Did you want to get out of the yard? Are the other inmates harassing you?” Sara asked carefully, remembering Seth Hoffner.
Tweener bit his bottom lip and began to fidget in his chair.
“Because if that’s the case, I could maybe put in a word with the Warden...”
Tweener stopped fidgeting and became all defensive. “What are you, my mom? Look Doc, I don’t need no woman to fight my battles.”
Sara was tempted to point out the double negative in his reply, but decided against it. “I’m just trying to help.”
“Well I don’t need your help.”
Sara rolled her eyes. David Apolskis was no Seth Hoffner.
“It’s just I’ve seen the way you act out in the yard, walking to the infirmary. You kind of come on to the other inmates too strongly.” She paused and took a deep breath. “That kind of behavior makes you a target for them. They don’t like it when the new guy tries to bring themselves up so quickly.
“It’s like high school. The new kid wants to fit in and then tries to force himself into groups, but that won’t work. You have to just let things flow and eventually you’ll find your place. Hopefully it’s a relatively good place, at least for prison.”
Tweener slightly laughed through his nose. “I guess all the whining me and my friends did on how school was like prison wasn’t so off.”
Sara shrugged. “The only differences are that the people here are older, you don’t get to go home after seven hours, and you’re more likely to get killed here.”
“The last one ain’t so different in some neighborhoods.”
Sara nodded in agreement.
“I haven’t been at Fox River for too long,” Sara began, “but I’ve seen many young inmates like you come here with this macho-tough guy mask on and within a week’s time they’re either in Ad-Seg as a rape victim or in critical condition or they’re dead.”
Tweener nodded. Her words were the truth.
“I guess what I’m trying to tell you is to just be careful. You don’t want to appear weak, but you also don’t want to draw a lot of attention to yourself.”
Tweener nodded again. He was beginning to get that.
“And you can’t always trust the other inmates.”
“Yeah, I know. A lot don’t keep their word,” he said frowning. Tweener paused for a second. “Ya' know, I’m sorry about the seizure thing.”
“Are you going to tell me about that?”
“Was doin’ a favor for someone, but he didn’t return it.”
“See? And it’s not just the prisoners; you have to be careful with the guards too.” Sara sighed. “I’ll let this pass this time, but I better not see you back in here unless you’re actually sick or hurt.” Sara smiled at him. “And let’s hope that you would be in here because you’re ill.”
Tweener nodded. “So, can I go now?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Tweener stood up from his seat and walked to the door. Sara rolled her chair on over to her desk and began pulling out some paperwork. David was about to reach for the door handle but then turned back to face the red head. “Hey Doc?”
Sara looked up. “Yes, David?”
“Catch.”
Tweener tossed something at her and on instinct Sara caught it with both her hands. She un-cupped her palms to reveal her silver bracelet, the one she usually wore. Sara looked down at her bare wrist. She hadn’t noticed it was missing. She looked up at Tweener with an incredulous look on her face.
He just grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You were so easy.”
Sara gave him a look of disappointment, but then just laughed it off. At least he gave it back.
Characters: Sara, Tweener
Prompt: #34 Too Much
Genre: General
Rating: G
Summary: Sara thinks the way Tweener acts out in the yard is a bit too much and gives him some advice.
Author's Notes: I suck at writing Tweener. But at least I tried.
Dr. Sara Tancredi walked into the infirmary exam room where David “Tweener” Apolskis was sitting, fingertips tapping the table. His head bobbed to a silent rap beat that only he could hear. Sara smiled in amusement. She coughed to get his attention.
“S’up Doc,” Tweener said, snapping out of his little daydream of stardom.
“Good morning, David.” Sara pulled up a chair next to him and opened his file.
“So, Bellick told me you wanted to see me?”
“I just wanted to check up on you, see if you’re feeling well.”
“I feel fine, Doc.”
“Okay,” Sara paused before continuing, “So I shouldn’t be expecting anymore fake seizures from you any time soon?”
Tweener froze up. Busted!
Sara’s eyes became stern “All of your tests show me that there was nothing wrong with you.” She folded up his file and tossed it onto her desk. “This is a prison, Mr. Apolskis. Inmates are getting hurt and sick left and right. And my schedule is busy enough as it is. I don’t appreciate it when prisoners waste my time.”
Tweener remained silent. He tried to avoid Dr. Sara’s eyes, but he would glance back to check if her admonishing stare had faltered.
Nope, she still looked annoyed.
“David, you’re not in trouble. I just want to know what reasons you had to fake a seizure.”
He was still silent. Sara let out a frustrated sigh. It would make her job a lot easier if her patients were truthful with her for once. But then again they didn’t trust her and she couldn’t afford to trust them.
“Did you want to get out of the yard? Are the other inmates harassing you?” Sara asked carefully, remembering Seth Hoffner.
Tweener bit his bottom lip and began to fidget in his chair.
“Because if that’s the case, I could maybe put in a word with the Warden...”
Tweener stopped fidgeting and became all defensive. “What are you, my mom? Look Doc, I don’t need no woman to fight my battles.”
Sara was tempted to point out the double negative in his reply, but decided against it. “I’m just trying to help.”
“Well I don’t need your help.”
Sara rolled her eyes. David Apolskis was no Seth Hoffner.
“It’s just I’ve seen the way you act out in the yard, walking to the infirmary. You kind of come on to the other inmates too strongly.” She paused and took a deep breath. “That kind of behavior makes you a target for them. They don’t like it when the new guy tries to bring themselves up so quickly.
“It’s like high school. The new kid wants to fit in and then tries to force himself into groups, but that won’t work. You have to just let things flow and eventually you’ll find your place. Hopefully it’s a relatively good place, at least for prison.”
Tweener slightly laughed through his nose. “I guess all the whining me and my friends did on how school was like prison wasn’t so off.”
Sara shrugged. “The only differences are that the people here are older, you don’t get to go home after seven hours, and you’re more likely to get killed here.”
“The last one ain’t so different in some neighborhoods.”
Sara nodded in agreement.
“I haven’t been at Fox River for too long,” Sara began, “but I’ve seen many young inmates like you come here with this macho-tough guy mask on and within a week’s time they’re either in Ad-Seg as a rape victim or in critical condition or they’re dead.”
Tweener nodded. Her words were the truth.
“I guess what I’m trying to tell you is to just be careful. You don’t want to appear weak, but you also don’t want to draw a lot of attention to yourself.”
Tweener nodded again. He was beginning to get that.
“And you can’t always trust the other inmates.”
“Yeah, I know. A lot don’t keep their word,” he said frowning. Tweener paused for a second. “Ya' know, I’m sorry about the seizure thing.”
“Are you going to tell me about that?”
“Was doin’ a favor for someone, but he didn’t return it.”
“See? And it’s not just the prisoners; you have to be careful with the guards too.” Sara sighed. “I’ll let this pass this time, but I better not see you back in here unless you’re actually sick or hurt.” Sara smiled at him. “And let’s hope that you would be in here because you’re ill.”
Tweener nodded. “So, can I go now?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Tweener stood up from his seat and walked to the door. Sara rolled her chair on over to her desk and began pulling out some paperwork. David was about to reach for the door handle but then turned back to face the red head. “Hey Doc?”
Sara looked up. “Yes, David?”
“Catch.”
Tweener tossed something at her and on instinct Sara caught it with both her hands. She un-cupped her palms to reveal her silver bracelet, the one she usually wore. Sara looked down at her bare wrist. She hadn’t noticed it was missing. She looked up at Tweener with an incredulous look on her face.
He just grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You were so easy.”
Sara gave him a look of disappointment, but then just laughed it off. At least he gave it back.