Franky Doyle had found herself sitting in the medical room for hours, all thoughts of sleep and rest grew more tempting by the second, the reason for her being here wasn't because she'd been the instigator of yet another fight, no, Franky Doyle had not one fresh wound to speak of, Bea Smith however, was a different story.
The redhead lay battered and bloodied on the hospital bed, she took quite a beating from one of the girls in D Block, Franky could see the knife cuts on her face, her bruised cheeks, yet still, even as she laid there, battered, bruised, and broken, she still held a certain beauty.
"Time's almost up, Doyle." One of the sour-faced prison guards told her, to which Franky responded with irritation,
"Alright, just give me a fucking minute will you!" Franky snapped, the prison guard said no more and slithered out of the room.
Her time was almost up, like fuck they'd let her stay with Bea over-night, she got up and moved over to an unconscious Bea with a ghost of a smile as she stroked Bea's red locks, for a moment she surveyed the outside, to make sure no one would see, she bent down and kissed Bea on the lips.
"Rest up, Red. I need you." She said when their lips parted.
AN: Hey everyone! This is my first Wentworth one shot, I hope you liked it, please leave a review and please feel free to give feedback and constructive criticism in your reviews, also I will soon be publishing a Franky-centric (Kind of.) story soon, but officially, as I am supposed to be on hiatus right now, I won't publish it right away but keep an eye out.
Immortalgothgirl
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