She then dresses his wounds in what appears to be the most upscale no-tell motel ever. Not that I have extensive experience in the kinds of venues that have four "Mr. and Mrs. Smith"s on the registry, but I've stayed at worse than the one depicted here. As Dr. Sara does her work, Michael reminds her, "I have a high tolerance for pain. You know that." Fortunately, Dr. Sara does not have a high tolerance for his lies. She clears up any lingering misconceptions about the state of Michael's blood sugar, then asks, "Michael, tell me something. Do you think there's a part of you that enjoys this?" He replies, "Peroxide in an open wound? No." Well, someone is still miffed that Dr. Sara's not exactly champing at the bit to go to Panama with him. Dr. Sara clarifies: "I mean the escaping from prison, and being on the run, and the danger, and the fear, and the rush, and all that. It feels to me like chasing a high. And I know what that's like. And I should know better." From the depths of the couch, the husband cackles, "I wish I could quit you, Michael Scofield!"
On-screen, Michael admits he never thought about it like that. Then he gives her a very sincere look and says, "I know you've heard this before, but it won't always be like this." Yeah. It could get worse. Michael woos her with sweet logic: "They can't chase us forever. The guy that caught up with us today, he stops at the border. That's why we have to get across. I have the people in place to help us do that. We're meeting them tomorrow." I hope they're played by Dirk Benedict, Dwight Schultz, and Mr. T. Because that would be awesome. Anyway, Michael puts the smooth, hand-caressing moves on Dr. Sara while giving her his best Amazo-the-Hypnotist look and begging, "One more day, Sara. That's all I'm asking." Dr. Sara replies, "Then go get cleaned up." Michael dare not hope that she take him up on an invitation to join him in the shower, but he does tell her he's glad she came. Then he's off to shower. Alone.