A/N: So there were a lot of mistakes in the last chapter, and I think it'll take me a while to get a hang of this editing thing. Please bare with me, and we'll file this under the 'Zoe's having technical difficulties' catagory for now. I don't know if I'll continue with this anyway... we'll see. Loving all the Vause/Chapman love out there by the way. Peace.

Chapter 2: Panic

"Chapman."

Lorna Morello stood in the entrance of the stall, one hand holding a towel and the other clutching the wall beside her. Her eyes immediately fell on the figure huddled in the corner of the stall and her mouth slackened in shock.

Surrounded by a swirling torrent of blood and water, slumped up against the wall with her eyes shut tight was none other than Litchfield's notorious Piper Chapman. Lorna blinked rapidly, her mind not quite comprehending what she was witnessing. Hey eyes flicked down at the bloodly had prints staining shower walls, and then down to the pile of wet cloths; these too were covered in blood.

Finally, she allowed herself to take in Chapman's prone form. Piper was pale, shockingly so. From her vantage point, Lorna could see that Piper had taken a rather nasty wound to the leg. Her arm too was bleeding, and Lorna could also make out some bruising around her ribs. The girl was breathing rapidly, her mouth was slightly parted and Lorna wondered hastily if she were even conscious.

Glancing around, Lorna knew that she needed to act fast. The water flowing over the young woman's body was rapidly washing away the still bleeding leg wound but the Brooklyn girl knew wounds like this could easily make a person bleed out. First, she needed to determine if Piper was conscious. Stepping into the shower, she reached in and shut off the freezing cold water.

This caused Piper to flinch. Crouching down in front of her, she placed her hand gently on the wound and then pressed down firmly. Piper didn't even flinch and Lorna suspected that the shock was keeping the pain receptors in her mind from working properly.

"Chapman, I need you to w-wake up now," she urged, her voice sounding shaky to her own ears. To her relief, to woman's brow creased and her eyelids fluttered open. For a brief moment, Lorna wasn't even sure that Piper recognised her. As their eyes met, she was unnerved by the sheer terror in the blondes' eyes. A wildness fulminated inside Pipers eyes, a ferocity she had never before seen in another person. It shook her to the core.

"What the fuck happened?" Lorna blurted out. As she spoke, Piper blinked and suddenly recognition replaced the terror in her eyes. A strange look washed over her face and she frown slightly at the woman crouched before her in the shower.

"Morello?" Her voice came out in a rasp and she coughed to clear her throat. She reached up to wipe the water off her face and suddenly let out a hiss of pain. Looking down at her hands, Lorna noticed that Pipers knuckles were bruised, raw and bleeding. Recollection flashed over Pipers face and her mouth parted slightly. Her eyes flickered down to the bloody pile of clothes beside her, to the hands pressed firmly over the wound on her thigh before raising to meet Morellos in a jerky motion.

"I think I killed her. I think I killed Doggett"

Lorna felt her hand recoil a little with these words, and panic took her mind. Killed Doggett? Piper killed Doggett? That just wasn't possible. Chapman just wasn't the type for violence. Her eyes locked with Pipers questioningly, and she found herself searching them for the truth. All she found was shock and panic. Blinking rapidly, she moved her hands slightly to get a better view of the wound.

Intensely aware of Pipers watchful eyes, she eyed the torn, swollen skin on Pipers leg, observing as the blood flowed thickly now that it wasn't being washed away. The wound was deep. Whatever made it wasn't just some thin little shive. She looked into Pipers face, wondering how in hell she had even serviced such an attack. For her part, Piper just stared blankly at her.

She was in obvious shock. She needed to be cared for; she needed that wound taken care of. Lorna had once completed a first aid course and she knew that this wasn't something that would just heal by itself. In a place like this, wounds like that would become very easily infected. And then, she would risk blood poisoning. Making up her mind, she gently took Pipers hand and placed it firmly on the wound, instructing her to press down hard. She stood, avoiding Pipers face.

"Hold on. I-I'll get the nurse," she told her reassuringly, and turned quickly on her heal to leave the stall before Piper could disagree.

"NO!"

All of a suddenly, Piper threw herself at Morellos leg, and grabbed onto her ankle. She let out a squeal of surprise as she felt the girl grip onto her ankle and had to catch herself on the stall wall to avoid tripping over. She turned and stared down at Piper as she clutched onto her leg as if it were her only life line. She could have shaken her off easily, however the look of desperation and pain in the woman's eyes stopped her in her tracks. Sympathy filled her heart.

"No, Morello, you can't! Please!" Piper hissed frantically, her eyes more focused than they'd been the entire time they'd sat there.

"But you've been stabbed!" she protested, trying to get the girl to see reason.

"And something much worse will happen to me if you alert the guards," Piper stressed in a low steady voice. She felt herself shrink back, suddenly hesitant. She knew Piper was scared, heck Lorna was scared but she needed to show her reason.

"If we don't get it treated you could die!" she growled, crouching before her. She knew that she was being dramatic, but she needed the woman to understand the severity of her situation.

Piper did not even blink.

"And if you let them know, Healy will find some other way to kill me."

Their eyes met and Lorna knew with growing fear that Piper was telling the truth. Something really bad had happened tonight, and it went way beyond the stab wound. Her heart become heavy as she started to realise that there was a lot more going on here than she had first assumed.

Lorna Morello knew her life was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

"Shit, Chapman," she whispered yieldingly, and Piper smiled at her gratefully. She watched as Piper struggled back into her seated position, with a small grunt of pain and they both looked down at the bleeding stab wound.

"I think the shock might be wearing off," she mumbled, and Lorna back at her sympathetically.

"Sorry sweetie, this is gonna hurt."