Sitting on the other side of her, Red places her hand gently over top of the brunette’s. She strokes it comfortingly while staring empathetically into her eyes. ”You’ve got to calm down, Lorna; getting all worked up is just gonna make you feel worse,” she softly says, tenderly stroking her hand. ”That’s absolutely horrible what happened to your son and his father…I can’t imagine how much pain it’s causing you! Having your skull cracked as an adult would probably cause a lot of damage…but to a baby – oh I can’t even fathom what it must have done to him. Babies have such delicate brains, Lorna, and something that severe probably injured his too much. It’s hard to come back from a brain injury like that, and even harder as an infant. I’m not trying to tell you what to do—it’s your choice—but, sweetheart, if the doctors are saying there’s no way he will ever regain consciousness, then don’t you think it’s best to just let him go? You don’t want him to waste away in a hospital forever, right?”

”That-that doesn’t mean I want my baby to die,” Lorna sobs out, burying her face into her knees. ”O-oh G-God, I-I d-d-didn’t even ask about h-how-how C-Christopher is….my fiancé and Emilio’s dad. I need to go call Franny! Oh, I’m so terrible!”

Nicky gently puts a tighter grip on her as she shakes her head. ”You need to calm down – that’s what you need to do right now, kid. You’re not terrible; you’re worried about your son, who’s terribly hurt, that’s more important right now. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything else! Don’t even think about beating yourself up over that,” she rubs the petite woman’s back in soft circles, kissing her forehead in comfort.

”Lorna Morello,” a female office calls out as she walks to the cell, ”You have a visitor. Come with me.”

Sighing, Nicky gives her one more tight squeeze before reluctantly releasing her. She looks at her with a firm expression, ”You come find Red and I when you’re finished, you got that kid? You’re not gonna deal with this alone.”

Lorna collapses into Franny’s arms the minute she gets to her. She lets her tears pour out of her like waterfalls as her hands grip tightly onto the taller woman’s neck. Neither let go until the officer on duty clears his throat. That’s when she finally notices her brother’s presence as well – the fact that he came along made her believe that things have worsened for her son. For she knows that any other time, Mikey would not come for a visit.