Dr. Sara Tancredi: [Cut to Fox River infirmary. Sara tends to Michael's bandaged foot] No redness or swelling, so there's no sign of infection. I'm going to keep it on antibiotics for the next ten days. You should be good!
[She stands up]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Michael you understand by law I'm obligated to file a report if I feel there's been prisoner misconduct. There's no way this injury happened by stepping on a blade in a garden shed.
[Michael pulls on his sock]
Michael Scofield: If you file the report, things could get a lot worse for me.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: They're not already?
Michael Scofield: Not compared to what they could be.
[He looks down]
Michael Scofield: I've made some enemies.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Yeah. Scared?
[Michael doesn't say anything]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Man enough. Okay.
[Michael smiles and laughs softly]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Um, here's what I think. I think you are scared, and you wouldn't be human if you weren't scared in a place like this.
Michael Scofield: When I was young, I couldn't sleep at night.
[He finishes tying his shoe]
Michael Scofield: Because I thought there was a monster in the closet.
[Sara smiles]
Michael Scofield: But my brother told me there wasn't anything in the closet but fear. And fear wasn't real. He said it wasn't made of anything, it was just
[he pauses]
Michael Scofield: air. Not even that. He said you just have to face it. You just have to open that door, and the monster would disappear.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Your brother sounds like a smart man.
Michael Scofield: He is. In here though, you face your fear. You open that door, and there's a hundred more doors behind it. And the monsters that are hiding behind them, are all real.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: If you want, I could recommend you be sent to AdSeg.
Michael Scofield: [Smiling bluntly] With the rape victims and the snitches.
[He stands up]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: It would keep you safe.
Michael Scofield: Thanks. But I think I'd like to face the monsters on my own.
[He walks out]