Author's Note: This chapter will be from Lorna's POV. Soundtrack: playlist?list=PLtJcZcvt9JqnqjE-CbPnUETegWxJYRxjO

WARNING: This chapter contains internalized ableism and biphobia.

Lorna knows what's happening with herself. She has a hunch about what's happening to Nicky. But she ignores the pain deep in her chest and belly whenever she walks by Nicky's cube, and sees her ex-lover lying in bed.

She knows that Nicky's on drugs again. But if that's how she reacts, it's her own damn fault. Not Lorna's. After all, it's not like Nicky ever took the blame for anything that happened to herself. Or that's what Lorna tells herself.

After all, she has Vince! And he loves her, and is going to love her forever. And she's going to leave prison and start her life with him. It will be like none of this ever happened. Vince never has to know anything about her or her past. He won't know about her first kiss being a girl. He won't know about the little pills she gets from a psychiatrist to keep her mind from making things up and confusing her. Why can't her mind do that on its own?! Why does she have to be crazy?!

One day, she's brushing her teeth in the bathroom. And she hears a choked sob. But not just any choked sob. It's a pitiful moan-sob hybrid. Of her name.

"Lorna!" The voice cries out.

Lorna knows that voice. But she ignores it, and finishes brushing. She also ignores the sobbing, and the bitch with a sticky face who leaves the stall, licking her lips.

She notices things. Nicky doesn't return to her usual self in a week. Not like she always does when something happens. After three weeks of Red forcing food and water down Nicky's throat, despite her sobbing protests, Alex corners her in the library.

"What the fuck, Morello?!" Alex is furious, voice-shaking, and eyes burning with rage and unshed tears.

"What?" Maybe if she plays dumb, it will absolve her guilt.

"You fucking know what! She's dying, you bitch! She's not eating and she's using again! All because of you!" Alex is nearly screaming.

Lorna shakes. She didn't think it was that bad. She knows that Alex and Nicky are best friends, and occasion friends-with-benefits.

"IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT!" It takes Lorna a moment to realize it's her screaming a Alex. "SHE LEFT ME! I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONE FOREVER! SHE CARES MORE ABOUT GETTING DOPED UP THAN SHE DOES ABOUT LOVING ME!"

"THAT'S A LIE AND YOU KNOW IT! THE LAST THING YOU FUCKING TOLD HER WAS THAT YOU LOVED HER! AND YOU KNOW SHE WAS FRAMED! YOU FUCKING GAVE UP A WOMAN WHO'S LOVED YOU FOR YEARS, FOR A MAN YOU'VE KNOWN FOR TWO MONTHS!" Alex is in her face. Lorna can feel her hot breath, and little flecks of spit. Lorna runs.

Lorna runs as fast as she can. She can hear Alex screaming at her still and Piper trying to calm her down and hold her back from giving chase. She only stops when she gets to the greenhouse.

She slumps against the wall, panting. Alex's words are still ringing in her ears, and bouncing around in her skull. She clutches her head, whimpering. She feels hot liquid dripping on her hands. She's sobbing.

She doesn't go back into her cube until it's count time. As she walks by Nicky's cube, she sees Red, Alex, and Piper sitting and chatting with her. Well, attempting to chat. Nicky's mostly just giving grunts, head shakes, or one-word responses.

She accidentally catches Alex's eye. She sees the bright green darken to anger-filled emerald. She shrinks in on herself a little. She glances at Red.

Red's look hurts more. It's a look of complete devastation. A look of begging. Lorna quickly goes to her bed.

She tosses and turns that night. She isn't supposed to love a woman. She doesn't love a woman. It's not something she can do. Her throat tightens at the thought of what people would say, what her parents would do.

Lorna has her whole future to think about. Being perfect. A house with a white picket fence, a good dog, a few kids. And someone to share it with.

Well, she can have all that with a wom-STOP. Lorna stares at the ceiling. She can hear quiet sobs from the cube across from her. She knows who they belong to. But it's not like it should matter. After all, it's not her problem.