The inmate's hood was not fully up so Will saw parts of blonde hair and his heart sank, knowing that only one inmate was reported missing.

Will quickly checked for a pulse. There was a faint one. He didn't know the extent of her injuries so as gently as he could, he lifted her up and headed for medical.

Franky paced around in her little cell till dawn. She could not wait to be released. Her mind was in a frantic state of thoughts, nothing was coherent. She was desperate to seek out any officer who would offer her any information about Bridget.

"Hurry up," Franky said to herself as she paced left and right at the bars which held her captive.

After several agonizing moments, there was some relief. It was Vera who appeared to unlock the ladies.

"G-day, Doyle," Vera said as she approached the bars. Her voice was tighter than usual and it set off Franky's panic.

The slowness of the process of unlocking had frustrated Franky so much that she wanted to start jumping in her spot.

"Franky, a moment," Vera said as she led the way further away from the rest.

Franky followed behind about to explode.

"Tell me," Franky said shakily.

"Walk with me."

Vera's breath hitched slightly before continuing, "It doesn't look good Franky. Someone bashed her up. She doesn't seem too lucid at this point, lots of painkillers."

"I need to see her," Franky said as a tear streamed down. Quickly, she wiped it with her teal sleeve. She was still the ex-top dog. She had a reputation to maintain, especially with a secret relationship.

"I've arranged for you to see her. Five minutes is all you've got because I can't explain it since you're not a peer worker and people will notice you're not there for breakfast."

Franky nodded, grateful that Vera believed in their love for each other.

As they headed for medical, Franky felt her stomach in knots. It was sickening, as if her heart was beating in her throat and when she saw her, her heart fell and shattered all over again.

Bridget was still in bed and her eyes could hardly close as they were swollen. Her beautiful face was now covered in shades of blue, purple and black. Franky had no doubts that whoever did this did not only bash Bridget's face but her whole body for her teal pants were now bloody and torn.

From what Franky could infer, someone or rather a group had bashed Bridget up and as if it was not enough, they drove a shiv into her left thigh, just above the knee. Those savages had also reopened Bridget's head wound.

Franky burst into tears at the sight of Bridget. She felt the room spinning. She was free to cry as Vera had made sure that they would be alone.

Franky's cries woke Bridget up from her muddled state. Her vision was blurry from the meds and the swelling but she knew by the sound of it, it was Franky's cries.

"Who did this?" Franky asked as she walked right up to the bed.

"Franky… this changes… nothing… I'm still no…"

"Shhh," Franky shushed the struggling Bridget. "Vera's only got us five minutes. So, for this five minutes, let's just be us again. Without all the baggage. Just you and me," Franky begged.

"Ooo-kay," Bridget managed after a while. It was really hard to focus on Franky. It was hard to do anything, to speak, to see, or to even make an attempt to sit up. Nothing was easy.

Franky wanted to caress Bridget's cheek to convey her love and apology but she feared that even the slightest touch would cause the blonde pain. So, she resulted to stroking Bridget's blonde hair lovingly while tears flowed down her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have looked out for you."

"Don't… I asked… you to…," Bridget murmured.

"Who did this, Gidge?" Franky attempted again, this time in a softer tone.

"Don't know… they had a cloth… over me…didn't speak…"

"It must be the Freak," Franky said as she felt the emotion that she known too well. Anger was boiling inside of her. "That fucking Freak."

"Franky…" That was all Bridget managed to say before unconsciousness struck.

Franky took a shaky breath and raked her brown hair.

Anger was not the only emotion Franky felt. Thanks to Bridget pointing it out, her serious emotional block was beginning to break down the moment she let Bridget in and began to trust her. She felt lost, hurt, confused, sad, broken; she was in emotional upheaval upon seeing Bridget's state. These emotions made her vulnerable and it made her scared but Bridget had also taught her about acknowledging the fear. The worst part was that Bridget was incapacitated to help her navigate through such difficult emotions.

"Franky, times up. Try to not look too upset for breakfast," Vera said empathetically as she held the door open for Franky to leave.

Adamantly, Franky forced her legs to steer away from the unconscious Bridget and towards Vera.

"You'll be with her, right?" Franky asked in between sobs.

Vera nodded, "I won't leave. I promise. Now go."

Work was shit. Screw the plans of wanting to escape when Bridget was in here with her. Bridget was the whole reason why Franky had a taste of how good life could be on the outside. It was going to be meaningless to be free if it meant that Bridget was stuck behind bars. She was completely out of her head, numbingly packing up the wooden boxes.

Franky wondered if she could talk to Vera about letting her visit the blonde again during lunch but Vera was nowhere to be seen and she could not get to medical so she had to mindlessly get back to her lousy job where her mind raced with thoughts of Bridget.

Vera kept her word to Franky. She sat patiently by Bridget's bedside. Parts of her actually wanted to wake the blonde up for she was dying to know what happened out there. But the good friend side of her just wanted to let Bridget rest for at least there was some comfort.

An hour later, Vera noticed Bridget winced slightly. She realized that the painkillers may be wearing off and the wounds would soon scream pain.

"Bridget, just relax okay. I'll get Nurse Radcliffe for more painkillers," Vera said softly as Bridget began to stir.

Slowly and painfully, Bridget forced her eyes opened and fought to focus on Vera. "No…"

"Why? Why not?" Vera asked, clearly confused.

"Can't think… straight… need water," Bridget uttered.

"Okay, hang on," Vera said as she got up and walked towards the jug of water. She filled the cup halfway and looked for a straw. "Slowly now," Vera said as she helped place the straw past Bridget's tattered lips.

Bridget coughed and choked at first contact with the supposedly pleasing water. It took her a while just to get some water down her throat.

"So… what are you thinking about? Do you know who did this?" Vera asked concerned.

"Don't know… why or who…"

"Could it be Ferguson?" Vera pressed.

"Maybe," Bridget said tiredly.

"But why though?" Vera wondered out loud.

"Maybe…it's a warning…shot."

"A warning shot? What for?" Vera asked, having trouble believing her ears.

"I saw them… Sonia… Ferguson… talking…"

"Be-before you were attacked?"

"Hours before. Maybe there's something… in the warehouse… they don't want me near…"

"It's a bit drastic don't you think? This, this kind of bashing is reserved for someone whose done something wrong, and you haven't clearly," Vera said, troubled.

"If, if it's… Ferguson… you know she…doesn't do defense," Bridget reasoned, being able to focus better.

"That's it then. I'm pulling you out from the Green Wall Project. I can risk your life on it. If this is a warning shot, I don't know what they'll do to you if you really found something," Vera said.

"No…if this is a… warning shot…then…there truly is…something there," Bridget said.

"I…I can manage," Franky heard the familiar voice say obstinately. Immediately, Franky spun and was rewarded with the sight of a struggling, hobbling Bridget who kept refusing help from Will.

Will was at a lost. He could plainly see as day that Bridget was in a tremendous amount of pain and yet she chose to not accept his help. She's so persistent, he thought to himself but he chose to stay by her side for she might fall and he could be there to help her. He could see Bridget sweating around her forehead and he wondered how much more pain could her injured arms bear with those crutches before they gave up.

"Mr. J, maybe she's just a man-hater, hey," Franky said in her usual bravado, flashing a smile.

She was met with what she thinks is a stern glare from Bridget and a troubled look from Will. It was hard to tell what expressions Bridget exhibited thanks to those attackers.

"Hey, relax. I'm just goofing. You're one of the good guys. I know that. Here, I got ya," Franky said as she gently placed Bridget's arm over her shoulders.

"Franky, I can do it," Bridget said stubbornly.

"It's okay, Mr. J. I got her. I'll make sure she's all comfy in her bed," Franky said with a reassuring smile.

Will nodded and said, "I'm still following. Got orders to stay with Bridget till count."

"Here, just put your weight on me," Franky instructed.

Bridget was about to protest again but she could see that there was no way that she could overpower the brunette in any way let alone in her current state.

As the two made slow progress, Will took a chair and sat by the table near Bridget's cell.

"Are you sure you're supposed to be back from medical so soon?" Franky asked.

"Nurse Radcliffe… gave the okay," Bridget said.

"You're much more lucid now," Franky observed.

"I reduced… my painkiller intake," Bridget said a little out of breath.

"Why would Nurse Radcliffe allow such a thing? You're clearly in pain and should remain in medical," Franky said as she helped Bridget into bed.

"Nurse Radcliffe has… other things on her mind. Apart from caring if I… should be discharged or have lesser painkillers… it's fine by me... I deserve this pain," Bridget said sorrowfully.

"Bullshit. You don't deserve this. I'm gonna go get a towel and to help you clean up a bit."

"Franky… my condition. It changes nothing. We can't be together," Bridget started.

"I don't wanna hear that Gidge," Franky said as she shook her head defiantly and felt tears threatened to flood out again.

"We can't be together. Now after this," Bridget said as she closed her eyes in pain.

It was like a thousand daggers stabbed at Franky's heart as she looked at Bridget's body writhing in pain. Franky walked out of Bridget's cell and saw that Will was now trying to read one of their magazines with a confused look on his face.

Franky felt better that she was not leaving the injured Bridget all alone as Will would not let anything happen to her.

Franky returned shortly with a washbowl and a small towel.

"What are you doing Franky?" Will asked as he looked up from his magazine.

"Helping her wash up. Better me than you eh?" Franky said as if she was stating the obvious.

Will's face had some doubts on it but he said nothing so Franky reentered Bridget's cell.

"Will, how's she doing?" Vera asked as she approached him.

"Alright, I guess. Stubborn and in pain. Franky's in there with her. Do you think… she's you know…" Will said uneasily.

"Oh… no. Nothing like that. She wouldn't take advantage of Bridget," Vera said as she cleared her throat.

"Why not?" Will asked puzzled.

"They're…uh, together."

"Together? As in a couple? Bridget's only been here for days. How did Franky swing that?" Will asked amused.

"Uh, it happened when they were both out of prison. They're actually in a serious relationship but something's changed between them. I don't know what it is."

"Oh, wow… I guess that explains Franky's behavior," Will said.

Vera raised her eyebrows and smiled. "I guess I won't be needed now. I'll just drop by some other time. Bridget's dinner will be delivered here and you'll stay till count yes?"

Will nodded.

Franky tried her best to keep her temper in control as she helped clean Bridget up and help her into fresh clothes that were not blood stained. The unknown assailants did a good job of hurting Bridget and Franky felt that if she let her rage out, she would actually be too rough on helping Bridget and so she tried her best to remain calm but when Bridget was all settled in bed, her fury got out.

"Fucking Freak! I'm gonna take her down. Not gonna let her have another chance at you," Franky said as she paced around angrily.

Bridget's eyes flew open. "You will do no such thing!" Bridget said firmly and Franky stopped in her tracks.

"Why not? Look at you. You're in so much pain," Franky said as she inched closer.

"Promise me" Bridget said through gritted teeth and swollen, bloodshot eyes.

Franky shook her head, "Nuh."

Bridget used every strength that she could muster to grab Franky's left forearm. "Promise me you won't go after Ferguson."

Bridget's arm was aching and begging for release but she would not let go until Franky had promise.

Finally, Franky nodded. Blue eyes searched green eyes intently for sincerity and when it was found, Bridget released her grip on Franky.

The conversation with Franky and the difficult walk back from medical had finally taken its toll on Bridget for she fell fast asleep.

Will did the count for H2 by checking that Bridget was in bed and the rest were outside their cell doors.

Liz had heard about what happened to Bridget and knew it was not going to be easy. When it was all quiet, she decided to go over and check on Bridget. Thankfully she did for Bridget was mumbling incoherently and sweating profusely in bed.

Liz placed the back of her hand on Bridget's forehead and there was no doubt that she was having a fever.

"Franky! Wake up!" Franky awoke to Liz's voice. "What the ff-"

But she was cut off by Liz at the mention of Bridget's name, "It's Bridget. She's, she's having a fever."

Franky sprung out of bed and rushed over to Bridget's cell. She would have slept on the floor to keep watch of the blonde but Bridget made her promise not to and seeing how much energy it took to converse with Franky, the brunette agreed to her terms.

Franky placed her hand on Bridget's forehead and it was burning. There was only one thing left to do: press the forbidden red panic button.