The days were passing and the atmosphere in Litchfield was really depressing. After Poussey's death, the things became even more tense between inmates and guards. Especially, the prisoners rebelled when Caputo defended his boy, Baxter Bayley and Daya Diaz attacked and shot officer Humphrey. He was seriously injured and the last ten days he was hospitalized. As a result of this incident, Caputo and his guys got even stricter with the inmates. For instance, they gave shots for no reason many times. The situation was unbearable.

In that period of time, Healy was missing. At the beginning, no one (except Red) noticed his absence. But from one day to the next, some of the women started asking for him. He was more necessary than normal and looked a better CO than the other guys at these difficult times.

Red was more nervous than usual and didn't talk much. She was trying to persuade herself that she didn't need him but she couldn't get used to the dark sight of his office. He had been there for her the past twenty years. She could always talk to him and tell her complaints. At last, they had a moment and then, he was gone. Red couldn't explain Healy's decision. During the night when she was trying to fall asleep, she couldn't help but think of him, his eyes, his words and their kiss. In a way, she felt abandoned by him.

One day Red decided to visit Caputo in order to learn something about Healy's disappearance. She was feeling a bit anxious, as he hadn't shown himself in the halls of Litchfield for the past two weeks.
When Caputo saw her, he sighed in disappointment.
"Yeah, it's nice to see you too." Red scoffed.
"What can I do for you Red?" he asked wearily
"Oh, I was just wondering where you were all this fucking time" she hissed through her smile.
"We are really busy here after Washington's death. We have to take control of the whole situation." Caputo explained, not looking up from his papers.
Red shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah, you know better."
"Would you like anything else?" Caputo asked a bit nervously.
Red cleared her throat and tried to look nonchalant. "Actually, I'd like to know when is Healy coming back."
Caputo lowered his glasses and gazed up into her face. "Um, I think it's none of your business. I mean... yeah, I know that you two have a...weird relationship... but you're still an inmate. So, go back to your work. I already have a bad day."
"Healy is my counselor. I may...need him." Red whispered. "I mean... it's been a little difficult around here lately." she continued.
"Is this about your kitchen again?" , Caputo scoffed.
"We know each other for a long time. I just need to know that's he is okay." she hissed.
Caputo sighed. "He took a leave for medical rea sons, but I hope that he'll be back soon. That's all I can say."
Red left his office more worried than ever and returned to her bunk. Healy was probably in danger and she couldn't do anything to help him. She couldn't even communicate somehow with him. It was driving her nuts. Moreover, she needed to get along with Piscatella and his guys. Suddenly, she found herself more alone than ever.

Healy inserted himself into the psychiatric hospital of Litchfield. Most of the time, he was under the influence of strong medicines used for depression and anxiety issues. Healy couldn't help but was thinking of his Red all this time. He was wondering how she was doing in prison and all he wanted was to get back with her. He knew that he shouldn't leave like this, but he was feeling too weak at that time to behave differently. He could return to work soon and then he would explain the whole situation to her. After his hospitalization, he should see a therapist and take some medicine.

One Month Later...

Red walked down the corridor towards the kitchen, when Piscatella stopped her. She looked up at him with narrowed eyes and her hand supporting her aching back.
"What's wrong officer?" she asked nonchalantly
"Makeup, inmate. So you get a shot." he said in anger and then took a little notepad from his pocket.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Everyone around here wears makeup all the fucking time." she declared
"Reznikov! Do you want another shot for language?"
"Whatever..." she hissed.

Piscatella gave her the shot and left.
And then... it happened. Red saw Healy outside his office.