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    Chapter Three

    ”Lorna…you need to calm down,” Franny tries her best to soothe her through the phone. ”I know, sweetie; I know you don’t want to lose your son…I don’t want you to either. But he’s—he’s not in there anymore. The only thing keeping him alive is the breathing machine. He will never be able to come out of this, Lornie. His brain doesn’t work anymore, which means he cannot wake up. He’ll never see again, never hear again, never grow up…what kind of life is that? Do you really want to watch him lie in a bed like a fucking vegetable forever?! Sweetie, you can’t let him go on like this—you gotta let him go; let him go be with Nona in Heaven. Where he’ll know no pain or hate—just unconditional love and bliss.”

    Lorna’s hand slowly drops the phone as she collapses onto the ground, sobbing hysterically into her knees. She rocks back and forth, wrapping her arms around her legs while cries plague her. A pair of arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to another human’s body, and carrying her away from the phone. She doesn’t bother to see who it is; she’s too busy crying and grieving for the life of her baby.

    Red carries the sobbing brunette back to her cube. She sits down in her chair—that the warden was so kind to give to her—and never once lets Lorna out of her arms. From what she – and everyone else – could gather from the one-sided conversation, she knows that the young woman is losing her son. And that makes her heart soar. She has three sons of her own—and although they surely give her headache—she couldn’t imagine how much pain she would be in if she lost any of them.

    She takes Lorna’s head in her hands and lays it against her chest while running her hands soothingly up and down her back. ”Let it out, honey, let it out,” her voice is soft as she slowly rocks the distraught woman in her arms. ”I know it hurts—and I could not imagine being in your shoes. I’m a mother to three boys, and if I had to see one of them pass on before me—I would, I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry you must go through an awful, terrible thing like this. Especially at a time like this, when you can’t even be there with him…I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

    Red can feel Lorna’s body shaking against her; that breaks her heart even more. She rubs her back, trying so desperately to bring some sort of comfort to this poor woman. ”Shh, try to take a deep breath and calm down a bit. You’re going to make yourself gag if you keep sobbing so hard, Lorna,” she says, running a hand through the short woman’s hair. ”How about you close your eyes and try to sleep? That’s the only thing that can really help you right now, honey.” A motherly kiss she presses against her head while continuing to rock her until she finally falls into a light sleep.

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