Y/n POV Oh what a beautiful day. Yard time. Where you may ask? Well in freakin jail. How much time do I have? I have 2 more weeks. My arm issue you may ask? It's fine I guess since Sara gave me a shot in my arm and wrapped it up. How is my relationship with everyone? Well it's just wonderful. Am I dating Lincoln yet? Nope. Did I finally tell him about my arm? Your about to see.
Lincoln still looked stressed " Okay lincy what's wrong?" I looked at him concerned and he gave a sad smile. " We have 2 more weeks left." I froze " I'm sorry, we?" He nodded " Yea we! After I get executed then you go straight after me!" I let a tear slip " W-we can't die! not yet at least." I then started pacing and saw a fight over at the yard. They get to walk all over while me and lincy are here. I then felt arms around me " Sucre?" I was turned around to a smiling like a idiot sucre. " Papi! I'm sorry I forgot your not over there." He shook his head " Its ok chicka." he looked past me " So.. how's your arm?" He all of a sudden went happy to serious " I'm fine papi. It's nothing really." He gave me a ' Wtf' look " Chicka your arm is serious! You can't just straight up- ya know what? Never mind. I give up." He threw his hands up in the air and I couldn't help but laugh " What's so funny chicka?" I tried to stop myself but he crossed his eyes pouting. That was his way of cheering me up and keeping me happy. Ever since we met he always did that. " S-s-stop papi~" I laughed wiping my tears " Fine fine I will." I heard gun fire and we both looked over T-bag and another inmate were handcuffed walking away. I whispered to sucre " Since when did this happen?" He Whispered back " You didn't hear rumors? They said your a sl- well you know. " I froze in my spot " W-what?" I looked at Sucre teary-eyed " Whoa whoa chicka. T-bag took care of it. He said he's going to handle all crap." I blinked blankly " What??" He frowned a little " Chicka, When you left to the infirmary. He said he was gonna take care of people. That's the head of a gang that he just beat the mess out of." I looked scared and ran towards the fence. I made it at the exact time he was passing " Baggy?" It was like everything was in slow motion. He had a ' sorry' look. Who knows how we are going to get out? I banged against the fence after he passed and winced. Damn my arm Lincoln and Sucre came worried " Ow ow ow ow." I was constantly saying ' ow' " Y/n what's wrong?" I felt my legs Start to give out " My arm?" I rolled up my sleeve and unwrapped it to see it bleeding. That explains me passing out. Then everything went black. Wait. .
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DID I JUST DIE?
To be continued...
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