Nicky groans. She hates to be woken up. ”Humph,” she grumbles, slowly waking up and glaring hotly at her blonde bunk-mate. ”Boo ain’t going anywhere near her…I already warned her. God, why the fuck are you so desperate that I get my sex fix anyway? What’s it to ya, kid?” She throws the blankets off and sits up on the bed.

”Oh yeah, cause’ we all know how fuckin’ well Boo listens. She obviously doesn’t give a shit what you told her since I saw her givin’ lustful little winks to Morello – who was mortified, I might add,” the younger inmate says, folding her arms over her chest as she stares back at Nicky. ”And it’s nothin’ really, just know how much you miss havin’ it and plus, I want you to be happy – like happy as I am with Mercy. Besides, if anyone should have sex with that girl, it should be you. At least you ain’t gonna scare the shit outta her.”

Chuckling, Nicky gets up off her bed and gives a quick hug to Tricia – who she considers a sister these days. ”Well, aren’t you the sentimental one?” She playfully ruffles her hair before releasing the embrace. ”Guess I better go rescue Morello before she’s scarred for life. And beat the shit outta Boo for not leaving her the fuck alone.”

Nicky walks into the bathroom and, by the sounds of crying, can tell that she’s a bit too late. She slowly follows the sound of the cries, leading her to a stall that’s farthest from the door. Giving it a gentle knock, she calls out, ”Hey, Morello – that you in there?” She hears a very quiet response, and knows for sure that it’s Lorna – there’s no way she could mistake that accent. ”Open the door, kid. Come out here, it’s just me.”

”I rather not come back out there,” Lorna mumbles, her cries slowly dying down. ”I hate it here. I just, I wanna go home.”

Nicky lets out a sad sigh. She remembers her first few days here – they were absolutely brutal; she had a horrible withdrawal from heroin, a terrible way to start off her sentence, but thankfully Red was there to help her through. ”I know it sucks here, kid…but you gotta make the best of it, you have three years’ time to do. Come on, open the door. You gotta come out, anyway, it’s almost time for breakfast. I’m not leaving until I see you come outta that stall,” she firmly states, watching as the door slowly opens.