”For fuck’s sake, this poor woman has no fucking luck!” Nicky slams her first onto Red’s shelf out of frustration. ”She just fucking told me how she was gonna have her sister bring him for the first time to see her…and this fucking happens? How is this fair to her?!”

Grabbing Nicky’s hands, she strokes them softly and gives a defeated glance to her. ”Sometimes it’s the good people who suffer the most. This is unfortunate for her to have to lose her baby, and it’s even worse that she’s in here and can’t do much about it. These next few weeks—possibly months—are going to be extremely painful for her. So, we’ve all gotta help her and look after her.”

The minute Lorna’s brown eyes peep out of her lids, everything comes back to her. Emilio and Christopher were in a crash. Emilio cracked his skull. He will never come back from this. You have to make the decision on whether the doctors should pull the plug. You choose whether your son lives or dies, Lorna. She looks around—noticing she’s not in her cell-block but in Red’s as both she and Nicky are hovering over her.

”How ya feel, kid?” Nicky gives her a sympathetic stare, taking a seat beside her. She takes a hold of her hand, stroking her thumb tenderly over her knuckles. ”I heard about your baby…I’m so sorry, Lorna,” she softly says, caressing her hand to comfort her.

Lorna looks up at her—face empty of all emotions. ”He’s still alive. It’s my choice whether-whether the-the plug is pulled or not…and they can’t do anything I don’t want them to do. I’m not letting them kill my baby!” Her hands shake in her lap while tears start falling from her eyes.

Wrapping the small woman in her arms, Nicky gives a soothing kiss to her head. ”Shh, calm down,” she gently starts off and runs her hand tenderly through her hair. ”What happened to him, kid?”

Tears running down her cheeks, Lorna weakly stares up at the redhead. ”His-his father – he came to take him out for-for his weekly visit… And he and my soon—my little baby—got in a car crash! My sister said that-that E-Emilio cracked his s-skull because of it…and I have to be the fucking person to decide whether I allow my son to live or not! As if there’s an option…why would I decide for him to die?! Franny, of all people, should know what a fucking sin that is! And I know my parents won’t allow something like that; it’s a sin to play God with my son’s life! There’s no fucking way in hell that anyone is pulling that damn plug,” her voice getting louder as she feels her tears being replaced with anger.