Divas Prison Ch28

"You're lying!" was the first thing Paige said after a long silence. "You've been messing with my head since I first laid eyes on you. I can handle what you say about me, but i am not going to let you talk about Becky like that. I should finish you right now!" Paige started toward Lana but Summer got in her way.

"You better calm down, she's got way too much power on her side." Summer said, looking at the guards staring at them all, none of which were going to have a problem dealing with any of the women. Paige kept her angry stare at Lana, who had barely altered her own expression.

"I don't lie. Again your slanderous comments have no place here as they continue to be incorrect. It is what happened and I believe it is your fault. I will give you the chance to walk away and I will consider it an overreaction to your guilt, or continue, and spend a day in The Lock for every second you continue this behaviour."

Paige walked away at speed. Not really caring about the threat of punishment, but needed to find a way to deal with her feelings. Summer attempted to go after her but Paige held her hands up, indicating she wanted to be left alone and Summer decided it was a good idea to honour her request.

Paige spent the rest of the day lying alone in her cell, grateful that there was no sign of her insane cellmate. She tried to get her head around what she had been told. Could it really be possible that Becky would do this? Was it really her fault? Every conversation they had ever had went through Paige's head as the worst possible situations picked themselves out. Natalya had said Becky was a mindless shell of herself until they met and Paige changed her for the better. Becky hadn't confirmed it, In fact she'd all but denied it, but that wasn't helping Paige's feelings at that moment.

Through everything, the only thing that Paige could be sure about was that she needed to see her. Maybe just seeing each other would help Becky. If any of it was true then she needed help and Paige felt like the best person to give it. Plus it gave her the ability to see Becky, something she had been longing for every day for the several months since they were ripped apart.

There was of course, one major problem. Visits to the hospital weren't allowed, even for family members from the outside. Appealing to Lana's better nature wasn't going to help, since she didn't seem to have one. The head of the block, Guard Wyatt, seemed increasingly difficult to talk to, and more than half the time what he said didn't make sense to anybody but him, and maybe the other guards who seemed very loyal to him.

Paige didn't care what she would have to do to get him to agree, if it meant trying to communicate in his way, making some kind of deal with him. She even considered snitching on the bullies who would leave Summer anyone, or anything else if it got the desired result. It was an extreme measure and Paige could only hope that it didn't get to that level.

Through all of her thoughts Paige had lost all track of the time and was startled when the door slammed and McCool was standing there, looking the same as always.

"Just leave me for once, can you? I'm in a bad place and I don't need you making things worse. No part of their encounters was enjoyable to Paige, she had so much going through her head at that point, she didn't need it getting hit as well.

At that moment an idea came to Paige. She knew, beyond all possible doubt, that it was a bad idea. However it was an idea, and one that would have less consequences than being any kind of snitch.

"Actually, you know what, I'm just angry enough to try this." Paige said to McCool, who continued to keep her eyes locked on Paige. "This ends tonight. I don't care what your problem is. I don't know why you don't say one word to me, but we have to live together and we are going to get along, and I don't care what I have to do to make it happen." Paige got closer and closer to McCool as she talked until they were nose to nose as neither was taking a step back. "Say something!"

As expected, the blonde said nothing, did nothing for what seemed forever, then finally connected with her forehead to Paige's skull, knocking her back enough for a follow up punch. Paige went down hard and felt like she had been hit in the face by a flying anvil.

Any other time she'd have stayed there, the attacks only seemed to continue while they both stood. This time however, she had to fight that instinct, and pulled herself up on the bunks.

"You must be losing your touch, are you tired?" Somewhere within Paige was a voice screaming at her to stop, but this time it had to be ignored. Paige took another two punches before going down again. She barely dragged herself up again before one more made her think again. Paige put her hand to her face and found that she was bleeding pretty well. She now stayed on her bunk to avoid further abuse till the morning, nursing her wounds, but only a little.

By the time the morning came around the bruises were coming up and the blood was still flowing enough to look good, which was exactly what Paige was hoping for. As soon as they were allowed to leave their cells, she sought out Guard Wyatt.

"Sir, I need your help."

"You do my child, in so many ways. Tell me what causes your troubles, and we will do what we must."

"I need to get medical attention. Look at me, I'm in pain and my face is several different colours. I'm also suffering from bad headaches." Paige played it up a little as she currently was getting no sympathy.

"You were warned about this. You have been playing with forces only I could ever hope to control. If you continue to accuse, you will receive nothing but pain and suffering."

"Please, I'm not accusing anybody of anything, but I'm already suffering. I only wish for the doctor to make sure I'm ok. That's why I'm asking for your help. I remember you said that you know what I need and you want to share your love. Right now I need your care, and the doctor's care." Paige was trying to find a way to talk to him in the same way the he did, it sounded wrong to her but Wyatt's face developed into a smile that would scare any normal person.

"You have listened to my teachings. The wounds you bear suggest otherwise, but I still see hope for you. I will agree to your request on this occasion, but you must learn a more peaceful way to live your life." Wyatt raised his arm and another guard made his way over to them without hesitation. "Guard Harper, this member of our flock requires the medical services of this institution. Please see that she gets there immediately and securely."

Harper removed handcuffs from his belt and for the first time in her life, Paige had no issue with being secured. She actually found it difficult not to smile. Whether it was the state of her face or the way she talked to Wyatt, or anything else that was the reason for it, she'd pulled it off and would hopefully get the chance to see Becky in the medical wing. She behaved as well as she could while being escorted down.

When Paige arrived, she walked past rows of beds but recognised practically nobody, she thought that Becky's hair would be obvious but if it was, she wasn't there. Passing a bed that was partly surrounded by curtains she froze, only to be dragged on by Harper. She was unconscious, her hair was tied back and her face was partially masked by tubes and masks but that was her. She was hooked up to machines, Paige could hear them as she was continued on a little further before being secured to another bed.

This bed was too far down for Paige to see Becky, after Harper left to return to the block, she tried moving, twisting and anything else she could do to try and get a glimpse. This continued until the doctor arrived.

"Well I'd start by asking what's brought you here, but my training has helped me to understand that a person's face should be very few of these colours." What I don't know of course, is why you are moving about all over your bed trying to be an acrobat."

"I'm sorry Dr Martinez, but I really need your help. My friend is over there in a really bad way, I was hoping that I'd be able to see her for a minute." Paige gestured at Becky's bed.

"Becky Lynch? She's lucky to be alive, got rushed in in a really bad way. She'll be here until the sedation wears off and then on suicide watch until we can be sure it won't happen again. There's not much you can get from her right now, she's going to be out for at least another 12 hours, and you won't need to be here that long."

"Please Doctor. Just a moment, she could still hear me right?" Paige pleaded.

"I told you before, call me Bayley, you need to be able to trust me if I am going to be able to treat you."

"Then trust me too. Just a moment with her please. Any conditions you want."

Bayley looked at Paige for a moment, then gestured to the guard on duty. "Take her to bed 4, restrain her how you wish, give her 2 minutes, then straight back here." She then turned back to Paige "If it helps her recovery even a little it's worth it. Don't make me regret this."

"Thank you, really, thank you." Paige said as the guard released her and led her over before re-cuffing Paige to Becky's bed.

Paige took a few seconds, and some deep breaths to compose herself, seeing Becky in such a bad way was destroying her, but she didn't have time to freak out. She took Becky's free hand in hers and held it to her cheek. "God, I've missed you. I've missed you so much. I know it's taking me longer than I wanted to find my way back to you, but I'm trying, I'm trying every day and I stand by what I said. But I need you to hold on. If you can hear me, and I hope against hope that you can, know that I haven't stopped loving you, I'll never stop loving you. Please just stay strong for me. I'm coming baby, I promise you."

The guard returned at this point. Paige quickly kissed Becky's hand and released it so the guard could take her back to where she was meant to be. She laid on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, unsure if she felt better or worse for seeing Becky, but seeing her like that. The doctor eventually came back around to her.

"Right, can we take a look at you now?" Bayley asked.

"Yes, but thank you for doing that for me." Paige said as Bayley started examining her cuts and bruises.

"Other than what is obvious, is there anything else I need to know?" The doctor asked.

"Well I'm often left with either a headache or a bit of a ringing in my head, but other than that nothing." Paige said, flinching a little as she felt a sting.

"It's ok, this is just an antibiotic to clean the wounds. It won't hurt for long." Bayley said as she continued to apply it. "I'll give you a couple of pills for the pain but that's all I can do for now. I don't imagine you'd be willing to explain to me exactly how it is you came to sustain all of these wounds? I don't believe that you walked into a door several times over several days."

"I've got no problem with that, I've already told guards but they don't believe me. My cellmate did this to me, all of it."

"I see, and who's that?" Bayley said, making notes of what she was being told.

"Her name is McCool. I don't know her first name, we don't talk, or she doesn't talk anyway."

Bayley stopped writing. "McCool? Her names Michelle, but that's not the point. Why are you lying to me? Do we not have trust now?"

Paige was surprised and angered at the question. "What? Yes we do, I'm not lying."

"I'm sorry, but it's not possible for her to be responsible for this. She is on prescribed medication to relax her mood and eliminate aggression."

"That's what the guards say, but she simply can't be, I mean, look at me." Paige tried to reason with the doctor.

"Paige, I am the only one here licensed to dispense medication to prisoners. I give her, and every prisoner, the tablets personally every day I'm here. And a guard checks to make sure that it is taken, usually the supervisor for the block. Even missing one day wouldn't make a difference. It would take weeks for the severe reactions you speak of to come around."

"Then that's what's happened. She's hasn't had her meds. It's the only thing that would explain it. I swear I'm not lying to you." Bayley looked Paige in the eyes and saw something.

"Paige, you can't make allegations like this, You realise that this could go as high as the warden, and you could face punishment for inappropriate accusations, not to mention how your guards will feel towards you for doing this." Bayley was trying to get Paige to go back on what she was saying but there was no chance of that.

"Like things can get much worse than getting used a heavy bag by my cellmate."

"Fine, but I tried to warn you. I'll go and get your pain pills. Guard, please contact C block and inform them she is ready to return."

Harper arrived quickly and Paige was escorted back to the block. When she was freed, she sat down and was joined by Summer, who had just returned from work. "You ok, why weren't you in laundry with us?"

"I've been in medical, I got to see Becky. It's a good job there is actually somebody working here who could be called a decent person. I only got a minute but it meant the world to me."

"Well that's good, I guess she had a look at you at the same time right?" Summer asked, finding it impossible to miss the fresh wounds.

"Well yes, that's how I got there in the first place. She didn't believe me either of course. Said she gives out the pills and guards ensure they are taken."

"Doesn't help you much, what are you going to do."

Paige shrugged. I'm really not sure, but I've got to think of something soon, I don't want to get proven right by being found dead in my cell."

A/N: Thanks for reading. Your continued support makes such a difference to me.