"Rise and shine, ladies!" Fischer called out apologetically.

The lights in the suburb dorm popped on just moments after as the inmates shuffled sleepily to their spots to be counted. Only, the clickers never came. Instead, Fig and Caputo - looking seriously out of place in the halls of the prison - were coming to greet the girls, first-hand.

Nicky noticed the clock above the CO's station, which was empty. 3:20 a.m. Something was up. The blonde glanced two bunks over to Alex, only to find her staring down to the ground with a blank look on her face.

"Get your flips on, girls. Or boots, whatever." Fig call out in her usual, annoying voice. "Everyone in the cafeteria, now." She emphasized the last word just enough to not catch any protest from the sleepy women before her.

Without another word. She and Caputo left as CO's Fischer and Bennett began to escort the inmates through the halls.

Nichols caught up with Alex in line. "What's going on, Vause?"

The brunette shook her head and wiped fresh tears away from her eyelids. "I don't know. I mean, I think-," she paused. "Christ, Nicky-" she stopped to say more, but Bennett hushed them to keep the line moving.

When the suburb block arrived in the cafeteria, they found that the entire inmate population was being filed in as well. Once everyone was settled and semi-quiet, Caputo spoke up.

"Ladies," he spoke as if he didn't want to be there. "I'm sure you all would love to be in your bunks getting your beauty sleep-"

Some 'hmmm hmmms' and 'amens' were mumbled around the room.

"Unfortunately, however," he spoke a little louder. "I must bring it to your attention that one of your fellow inmates was found earlier tonight in the courtyard. Stabbed. Almost to death."

For once, Lichtfield was silent.

"She has been sent to the hospital. Look around, you can figure out who it is."

Once everyone took in their surroundings and figured out that it was Piper that was absent, eyes began to fall slowly, but surely onto Doggett.

Fig stepped in and spoke in her normal authoritative, flat voice. Yet, at this hour and under these circumstances, she seemed unusually genuine with her words.

"If anyone has any information about what may have happened earlier or knows someone who may have seen something - anything - please report immediately to Mr. Caputo's office.

She paused to uncross her legs and stand up from the table she had been sitting upon. " To most of you, I'm a bitch, I know. But this is serious and I intend to get to the bottom of what happened tonight."

With that, she and Caputo exited the cafeteria quietly, leaving the rest of the room to their looks and gazes amongst one another.

"You heard the lady, inmates," Luschek spoke up. "Got information? Go upstairs. If not, back to your bunks."


Larry, Polly, and Piper's parents had been in the waiting room of the ER for hours, patiently awaiting to hear something from the doctors working on their loved one.

Polly's phone had rung at a little after two in the morning. It had been Larry, already in the car with Piper's parents, sending word of the attack on her best friend. She had dropped the phone immediately and was in her car on the way in minutes.

And now, the four of them found themselves resting on one another's worry, waiting. And waiting.

Larry was bouncing his knees and elbows together when a young doctor emerged into the waiting room. He stood up quickly to meet the surgeon halfway as the other three followed close behind.

They bombarded the doctor immediately with questions.

"She's going to be okay." Dr. Hunt had enough practice with this part of the job to know that was the right thing to say when he could to calm people down.

Polly and company took a seat in the waiting room with the ginger-haired doctor at his request.

"She lost a lot of blood, but what needed to has been replaced." He turned to what he suspected to be Piper's parents and continued.

"Your daughter was stabbed in six places,"

Larry gasped and cupped his mouth but the doctor cut him off to offer reassurance. "-most of which were not life threatening."

He spoke between the four of him, explaining in simple terms the injuries Piper had suffered.

"-My only concern was the most serious wound, which was to her chest. Her left was punctured, but we have patched that up quite nicely. Ms. Chapman is on antibiotics - just in case - and is currently in recovery. She will be here for at least a week."

"Can we see her?" Larry and Polly asked almost simultaneously.

"Not tonight." The surgeon said sympathetically. "Go home, get some rest and come back in the morning. She's in good hands, I promise."


Alex was sick to her stomach, literally. After retrieving back to her bunk, she only lasted minutes before rushing to the bathroom to expel everything she had eaten that day. And after all of that was up, she found herself dry-heaving to the point of tears.

The guards were being unusually lenient with the normally well-behaved inmates tonight, giving everything that was going on. Everyone was restless and most were unable to get back to bed. Nicky took advantage of the situation and made a trip to the stalls, guessing that is where her friend had disappeared to.

She walked in on something she never thought she'd see - a vulnerable Alex Vause. Nicky immediately grabbed and held her from behind, stroking her hair. "Get it out, girl. Get it out."

After about a half an hour of coughing up bile without saying anything, Alex finally sat down on the floor and leaned against the stall door.

"I was so mean to her, Nicky."

"Rightfully so."

Alex gave the blonde a questionable look. "You don't under-"

"Don't get me wrong, Vause. I dig Chapman, I lot of us do. We got respect for the broad. But you can't beat yourself up over how you felt about her before this shit went down."

Nicky was close enough. Alex repositioned her glasses to the top of her head before retrieving a handful of toilet paper to wipe her nose.

"You know, they are up there with people. With us." Alex laughed angrily. "We all know who did this, what happened. But there's no way to prove it."

"I know." Nichols consoled.

"I didn't even bother going up there. There's nothing they can do, unless someone literally saw something."

"Well someone did, didn't they?" The blonde said coyly. Nicky wasn't an idiot.

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, you knew something was up before they told us what happened. I saw you, looking all down at the floor with those mopey eyes when they did lights on."

"Poussey came to tell me Piper was hurt."

"Okay, well how did she know?"

"She was pulled through their dorm. Doesn't mean anyone saw anything. God, Nicky. What if she isn't okay?" Alex rested her head on her knees and began to cry again.

One thing Nichols was sure of. Doggett was going to pay for this. Somehow, some way - she was going to pay.