"Crossing A Line" By Liayso, PG, Michael/Sara Fic
Title: Crossing a Line: Pt. 1
Characters: Sara/Michael
Prompt: #38 Touch
Rating: PG
Summary: Sara during the procedure and while Michael slept from Ep. 15: “By the Skin and the Teeth.”
Author's Notes: This was written for prisonbreak100, where I have claimed Sara. Prompt: #38 Touch. Feedback is appreciated.
She was working late that night. Again.
It seemed like lately some higher power was keeping Dr. Sara Tancredi in the infirmary past her working hours, filling out endless piles of paperwork. It was as if they were keeping her there because they still needed her. And boy, did they need her.
Well...at least he needed her.
“Is Dr. Tancredi still here?” A C.O.’s voice penetrated the dark quiet silence of the infirmary.
Sara looked up from her desk to see a pair of C.O.s holding up none other than Michael Scofield, who was wincing and grimacing in tremendous amounts of pain. She abruptly pushed back her chair, so hard that it slammed into the cabinet behind her desk, and she quickly got up to open the door of her office.
“Get him inside the exam room.” Sara said as she rapidly went to the operating room and held the door open for them. “What happened?”
“We’re not sure. We just heard him scream and found him in his cell with a huge burn on his back,” one C.O. said while the other holstered Michael onto a medical bed.
Michael winced as he climbed onto the bed to lie on his stomach. The C.O.s weren’t exactly handling him with care.
“You can go, I can take it from here,” Sara said trying to keep up a composed professional front. “Nurse Katie!”
Nurse Katie was working late too. She quickly came in passing the C.O.s that were leaving.
“Oh my lord!” Katie exclaimed seeing the large burn on Michael’s back.
“Katie, I need to you to get an IV line and some general anesthesia, now!” Sara was stern and demanding with her request.
Katie nodded and complied. Sara slipped on some latex gloves with a snap and she went to Michael to examine his wound. It was large and the skin was dark and charred. She would have to perform a debridement procedure.
“Sara, it hurts...” Michael managed to say in a strained and pained voice.
With those words, her professional front began to crack and the bits of worry in the pit of her stomach began to bubble up to the surface.
“I know Michael, it’s going to be okay,” Sara said, her voice cracking a bit. She began hooking up a ventilator to Michael, so that he would be able to breathe during the operation.
Katie came back and the two hooked up the IV line to a vein in Michael’s hand since it was hard to discern the veins in his arm with all those tattoos.
“Michael,” Sara said soothingly to calm him down as well as herself, “I’m giving you some anesthesia right now to dull the pain. You’ll go to sleep and when you wake up, it will all be over.”
Michael only half heard her. He was already falling into a state of unconsciousness. Sara grabbed some disinfectant to clean Michael’s wound with shaky hands. Katie saw this. She softly gripped Sara’s hands.
“Hey girl, calm down. You will be able to patch him up. Don’t worry,” Katie assured her.
Sara gave her nurse a weak smile. “Thanks.” She took a deep breath to clear her head. She needed one to be able to perform this procedure.
Sara quickly went to work cleaning his burn while Katie readied her metal instruments. While cleaning the wound and the area surrounding it, Sara found something black and it wasn’t burnt flesh.
“Katie, hand me a pair of forceps and a Petri dish, please.”
Katie followed with her request and Sara used the forceps to pluck a piece of black fabric from Michael’s back. She frowned, wondering what black fabric was doing there when the standard prison attire was blue. She quickly pushed that thought aside. She would ask questions later, right now she had to focus on the procedure.
Sara gripped the scalpel in her hand and began cutting away at the burnt flesh on Michael’s back. She thanked God that Michael was asleep while she did it.
--
Sara had wanted to remain by Michael’s side the whole night after the surgery was completed, but that would have given the rest of the medical staff and the C.O.s something to gossip about the next day. So she went home that night, but sure enough she was back in the infirmary first thing early in the morning.
The infirmary was quiet and empty. Hardly anyone was there, save for a couple of overnight patients and a few C.O.s. Sara didn’t have any appointments until much later. Michael was still asleep when she arrived. She guessed that he would be asleep for quite awhile.
Sara looked out the window of the exam room to see if the C.O. was watching. He was busy doing a crossword puzzle in the newspaper. The inmates weren’t much trouble early in the morning. Most were still asleep. Sara looked back down at Michael’s sleeping form on the medical bed. He slept soundly. His breathing was now even as his back rose up and down. Sara was relieved and glad that the operation was a success.
Sara continued to watch over him for a few minutes. She saw that the bandage wrapped around his shoulder blade and back was slightly off and readjusted it. Her fingers lingered above his back for a moment after she did it. She had never seen the whole of Michael’s elaborate tattoo up close and for a long period of time before. The dark lines mesmerized her. She felt compelled to trace those lines with her fingertips. And that’s what she did.
Sara slowly ran her fingers along the dark lines, tracing the image of the angel on his back. A part of the angel’s wing and a piece of the arched window in the design were now gone due to Michael’s injury. She wondered how Michael would feel about that when he woke up.
Sara continued to run her fingers along his back. His skin was soft and smooth, just how she imagined it to be in dreams that she would not reveal to anyone. She wanted to press her entire palm against the lower part of his back, to feel his skin upon her skin, but that would be crossing a line she couldn’t afford to cross.
A soft quiet moan escaped Michael’s lips and Sara quickly drew her hand away. Did her simple touch stir Michael out of his slumber?
“Michael?”
No response. Sara looked out the window again at the C.O. He was still working on his crossword puzzle, paying no real attention to his surroundings. She looked back to Michael and knelt down beside his bed to be level with his face.
“Michael?” Sara spoke barely above a whisper.
He still didn’t respond. He was still in a deep sleep. Sara was both relieved and disappointed. She hadn’t wanted to be caught in her act of touching, but she wished he would just wake up to assure her that he was all right. She continued to watch as Michael slept.
Sara noticed the slight stubble growing along Michael’s jaw line. Again, she felt compelled to feel it underneath the soft padding of her fingertips. She knew it was wrong, but she was like a little kid that needed to touch everything. Sara gently ran her fingers from the base of his jaw to his chin with a feather light touch. This feeling was different from when she felt his back. His chin wasn’t soft and smooth, but it did prick her fingers sending slight sensations up her arm. She wondered if she would experience the same sensation if his chin was pressed against her chin in a kiss...
Sara shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking things like that. Not now. She quickly pulled her hand away and walked over to her desk. She needed something to do to distract her from Michael. Sara decided to finish up the paperwork she didn’t finish the night before due to Michael’s injury. As she pulled the files from her bag, her eyes caught sight of the Petri dish from last night.
She had almost forgotten about it. Sara looked back over at Michael and frowned. There were so many questions surrounding him and he would never give her a straight answer. It frustrated her to no end. All she wanted to do was just help him, but she couldn’t do that without some answers. And he would never give them to her. If she were to figure out the mystery that was Michael Scofield, she would have to do it herself, by crossing some line that separated him from her.
Read Part 2!
Characters: Sara/Michael
Prompt: #38 Touch
Rating: PG
Summary: Sara during the procedure and while Michael slept from Ep. 15: “By the Skin and the Teeth.”
Author's Notes: This was written for prisonbreak100, where I have claimed Sara. Prompt: #38 Touch. Feedback is appreciated.
She was working late that night. Again.
It seemed like lately some higher power was keeping Dr. Sara Tancredi in the infirmary past her working hours, filling out endless piles of paperwork. It was as if they were keeping her there because they still needed her. And boy, did they need her.
Well...at least he needed her.
“Is Dr. Tancredi still here?” A C.O.’s voice penetrated the dark quiet silence of the infirmary.
Sara looked up from her desk to see a pair of C.O.s holding up none other than Michael Scofield, who was wincing and grimacing in tremendous amounts of pain. She abruptly pushed back her chair, so hard that it slammed into the cabinet behind her desk, and she quickly got up to open the door of her office.
“Get him inside the exam room.” Sara said as she rapidly went to the operating room and held the door open for them. “What happened?”
“We’re not sure. We just heard him scream and found him in his cell with a huge burn on his back,” one C.O. said while the other holstered Michael onto a medical bed.
Michael winced as he climbed onto the bed to lie on his stomach. The C.O.s weren’t exactly handling him with care.
“You can go, I can take it from here,” Sara said trying to keep up a composed professional front. “Nurse Katie!”
Nurse Katie was working late too. She quickly came in passing the C.O.s that were leaving.
“Oh my lord!” Katie exclaimed seeing the large burn on Michael’s back.
“Katie, I need to you to get an IV line and some general anesthesia, now!” Sara was stern and demanding with her request.
Katie nodded and complied. Sara slipped on some latex gloves with a snap and she went to Michael to examine his wound. It was large and the skin was dark and charred. She would have to perform a debridement procedure.
“Sara, it hurts...” Michael managed to say in a strained and pained voice.
With those words, her professional front began to crack and the bits of worry in the pit of her stomach began to bubble up to the surface.
“I know Michael, it’s going to be okay,” Sara said, her voice cracking a bit. She began hooking up a ventilator to Michael, so that he would be able to breathe during the operation.
Katie came back and the two hooked up the IV line to a vein in Michael’s hand since it was hard to discern the veins in his arm with all those tattoos.
“Michael,” Sara said soothingly to calm him down as well as herself, “I’m giving you some anesthesia right now to dull the pain. You’ll go to sleep and when you wake up, it will all be over.”
Michael only half heard her. He was already falling into a state of unconsciousness. Sara grabbed some disinfectant to clean Michael’s wound with shaky hands. Katie saw this. She softly gripped Sara’s hands.
“Hey girl, calm down. You will be able to patch him up. Don’t worry,” Katie assured her.
Sara gave her nurse a weak smile. “Thanks.” She took a deep breath to clear her head. She needed one to be able to perform this procedure.
Sara quickly went to work cleaning his burn while Katie readied her metal instruments. While cleaning the wound and the area surrounding it, Sara found something black and it wasn’t burnt flesh.
“Katie, hand me a pair of forceps and a Petri dish, please.”
Katie followed with her request and Sara used the forceps to pluck a piece of black fabric from Michael’s back. She frowned, wondering what black fabric was doing there when the standard prison attire was blue. She quickly pushed that thought aside. She would ask questions later, right now she had to focus on the procedure.
Sara gripped the scalpel in her hand and began cutting away at the burnt flesh on Michael’s back. She thanked God that Michael was asleep while she did it.
--
Sara had wanted to remain by Michael’s side the whole night after the surgery was completed, but that would have given the rest of the medical staff and the C.O.s something to gossip about the next day. So she went home that night, but sure enough she was back in the infirmary first thing early in the morning.
The infirmary was quiet and empty. Hardly anyone was there, save for a couple of overnight patients and a few C.O.s. Sara didn’t have any appointments until much later. Michael was still asleep when she arrived. She guessed that he would be asleep for quite awhile.
Sara looked out the window of the exam room to see if the C.O. was watching. He was busy doing a crossword puzzle in the newspaper. The inmates weren’t much trouble early in the morning. Most were still asleep. Sara looked back down at Michael’s sleeping form on the medical bed. He slept soundly. His breathing was now even as his back rose up and down. Sara was relieved and glad that the operation was a success.
Sara continued to watch over him for a few minutes. She saw that the bandage wrapped around his shoulder blade and back was slightly off and readjusted it. Her fingers lingered above his back for a moment after she did it. She had never seen the whole of Michael’s elaborate tattoo up close and for a long period of time before. The dark lines mesmerized her. She felt compelled to trace those lines with her fingertips. And that’s what she did.
Sara slowly ran her fingers along the dark lines, tracing the image of the angel on his back. A part of the angel’s wing and a piece of the arched window in the design were now gone due to Michael’s injury. She wondered how Michael would feel about that when he woke up.
Sara continued to run her fingers along his back. His skin was soft and smooth, just how she imagined it to be in dreams that she would not reveal to anyone. She wanted to press her entire palm against the lower part of his back, to feel his skin upon her skin, but that would be crossing a line she couldn’t afford to cross.
A soft quiet moan escaped Michael’s lips and Sara quickly drew her hand away. Did her simple touch stir Michael out of his slumber?
“Michael?”
No response. Sara looked out the window again at the C.O. He was still working on his crossword puzzle, paying no real attention to his surroundings. She looked back to Michael and knelt down beside his bed to be level with his face.
“Michael?” Sara spoke barely above a whisper.
He still didn’t respond. He was still in a deep sleep. Sara was both relieved and disappointed. She hadn’t wanted to be caught in her act of touching, but she wished he would just wake up to assure her that he was all right. She continued to watch as Michael slept.
Sara noticed the slight stubble growing along Michael’s jaw line. Again, she felt compelled to feel it underneath the soft padding of her fingertips. She knew it was wrong, but she was like a little kid that needed to touch everything. Sara gently ran her fingers from the base of his jaw to his chin with a feather light touch. This feeling was different from when she felt his back. His chin wasn’t soft and smooth, but it did prick her fingers sending slight sensations up her arm. She wondered if she would experience the same sensation if his chin was pressed against her chin in a kiss...
Sara shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking things like that. Not now. She quickly pulled her hand away and walked over to her desk. She needed something to do to distract her from Michael. Sara decided to finish up the paperwork she didn’t finish the night before due to Michael’s injury. As she pulled the files from her bag, her eyes caught sight of the Petri dish from last night.
She had almost forgotten about it. Sara looked back over at Michael and frowned. There were so many questions surrounding him and he would never give her a straight answer. It frustrated her to no end. All she wanted to do was just help him, but she couldn’t do that without some answers. And he would never give them to her. If she were to figure out the mystery that was Michael Scofield, she would have to do it herself, by crossing some line that separated him from her.
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