Her hands were completely numb at this point. They had gone from frigidly cold, to stinging with pain after the initial gash in her hand from Pennsatucky's weapon, to tingly, and now there was hardly any feeling at all. Just the steady thumping of her fists on Doggett's body. She suddenly realized she should stop. She looked around, feeling like she was 10 feet off the ground. It felt surreal.
"Shit." That was all she managed to say as she looking down. Was she alive? She reached down and felt for a pulse on Pennsatucky. Her hand was shaking too hard to tell and her fingers had no feeling.
Pennsatucky's sparkly head band was in the snow. She looked strange in her white angel costume now. The blood was…everywhere. Everywhere. The snow glistened. It was cold. Her face was hot. Her hands felt sticky with blood. Oh, god. Her face. Doggett's face. Piper stood up slowly, feeling dizzy. She was up for about a second before she toppled over.
Suddenly she realized she needed to get around other people. If Healy were to come out, he would surely kill her. They'd think it was the meth head. Oh, god, she needed witnesses. She couldn't be alone.
Frantically, Piper got to her feet and tried to run to the door. It was locked. She tried yanking and banging on the steel door to no avail. She would freeze out here. It was in the 20's and felt so much colder. So that's how Healy had this planned now…either she'd be killed by Doggett or she'd die from the elements.
"Goddammit, please. Caputo! Fischer! Mendez! Bell! Donaldson! Oh, God, please, anybody!" She screamed and screamed. She knew she probably wasn't being heard over the carol sing-alongs. She slumped down and put her hands by her mouth, breathing on them and trying not to start crying. She had to think. She had to get creative.
"The screwdriver!" She suddenly raced up, nearly falling over again. The blood rushed to her head, but she still got down on her knees and felt around the bloody snow. She saw it and chucked it as far over the fence as she could. She didn't want Healy to find it and use it against her if he came back out. She also took Doggett's creepy cross weapon and threw it, but made sure it was within eyesight.
Her breathing was ragged. It felt even colder now. She'd give anything to be inside the warm prison. Her mind quickly wandered to Larry. He was probably cozied up in their bed, typing away at a story about her. A resentful, pitiful story he would probably twist to make it seem as though he was the one behind bars, being tortured by his insane ex-girlfriend who threw his heart to the sharks. Was that who she had turned into? She let the first tear fall.
Piper began to whimper as she realized how lonely she was. No one cared she was out here. No one would come looking. If anything, she had more people against her than for her thanks to Doggett. That reminded her…she should check to make sure she was alive.
Piper crawled towards her, wincing as her knuckles hit ice and the snow melted through her pants. She leaned down and gently rested her head against her chest, listening intently for a heart beat. Sure enough, the meth head lived on.
"She…she's alive! Oh, God, I haven't killed her. Thank you, Jesus," Piper whispered, elated. Happy tears fell down her face. She couldn't live with herself if she had killed her. Doggett moaned and stirred, immediately invoking terror into Piper. She knew she was in much better shape than her, but was still traumatized. Goddamn, if she hadn't made her move, she'd be the bloodied one in the snow. Probably without a heartbeat.
Without thinking, Piper pulled off her jacket and placed it on Pennsatucky's upper body. She didn't know why she did it. She just felt like she should.
Suddenly the steel door began to creak open. Piper's voice didn't seem to work, she couldn't get any words out. She jumped to her feet to see who was coming outside. To her shock, it was Alex.