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"Yo, I thought we were taking him to Medical," Janae says towards Aaliyah who was pushing the chair in the opposite way. "We can't. Unless you know a doctor who can help a dead man," Aaliyah retorts sarcastically. Janae rolls her eyes at the sarcasm. "Then where we going?" She questions as they turn a corner. "Do I have to figure out everything?" Aaliyah grunts in annoyance.

"This is a bad idea." Aaliyah let's go of the chair, turning to Janae in frustration. "Then come up with a better idea, Your Grace, Queen of the fucking Obvious!" Janae raised her brows at Aaliyah's attitude. She points her finger at Liyah, "Oh, you better watch that tone of yours. I am not some bitch 'round here that you gon' push around." Aaliyah scoffs, hitting Janae's finger away, "Then don't insult me next time or I'll be even louder."

Janae smirks cockily, crossing her arms over her chest, "Oh yeah, how loud? One to ten? Cause last night, you sounded like a ten to me." Aaliyah glares, "You bitch!" Janae's eyes widened, "The fuck you just call me? I know you did not just call me a bitch!" Aaliyah goes to reply until Suzanne's shouts, "Guys!" They both turned to her, both with glares across their face, meanwhile Cindy was quite amused by their bickering.

Suzanne points to a closet they stopped at, "This is that place." They all look at her in confusion. "Some things happened." Aaliyah and Janae equally shared grossed out looks, knowing what she meant. "There's a lot of feelings in this place. A lot." Suzanne opens it up, turning on the light as Cindy goes over. "Oh! Yo, she like accidental genius sometimes, swear to God. Yeah!" Cindy and Suzanne high five.

"Leave him just for now, right? Too long and that shit's gonna stank," Janae says. "What the fuck?" Aaliyah turns around at the voice, seeing Alison behind the chair. "He died?" Aaliyah's eyes widened, groaning, she hit the wall. "For real? Shut the fuck up!" Cindy says, Suzanne beginning to process what she said. "I mean, you keep flappin' your big ass lips, and our whole peace in the Middle East thing? Canceled."

Suzanne began to freak out. "No, no, no, no, no. No, you lied to me. You lied! He died!" She exclaims at Cindy as they tried to shush her. "Lying is very bad." Suzanne pushes Cindy against the wall, pointing at her. "Dying is very, very bad. You're a liar, liar, pants on fire!" Suzanne accuses. Cindy, Janae, Alison and Aaliyah all look at each other, Aaliyah ultimately grabbing Suzanne to back off of Cindy. "Okay, let's just calm down. Here, eat this sweets." Aaliyah handed Suzanne a tootsies roll, the girl taking it with an exhale.

Aaliyah eyes Cindy, silently telling her to push Humps in the closet. Cindy does so, shutting the door before Suzanne could take a look at him again and start freaking out some more. They all stood by the door, Suzanne trying to look through the window on the door. "So lonely," she says. "He's not in there anymore, okay. It's just his body. His soul is in a better place now," Janae said, Aaliyah scoffing which made Janae hit her arm.

"He's in heaven, Suzanne," Cindy adds.

"Hey, Cindy Rubinstein...you don't believe in heaven." Alison reminds, Cindy looking to to her. "I believe you're referring to the modern cultural Jew who typically doesn't believe in a stringent concept of heaven and hell. However, historically, Judaism does subscribe to the idea of Olam Ha-Ba, the world to come." They just look at her in confusion.

Alison rolls her eyes. "Converts are always the worst."

"Y'all think they'll let us into heaven after we've been in prison?" Janae asks. Aaliyah looks up from her spot on the floor, "After this, I don't think so." Janae glanced down at her before patting her head, Aaliyah winced, knowing she did that on purpose because of the bump that formed from the amount of times she's hit it.

"Maybe this is not the time for this, yeah?" Cindy spoke. "It's something I think about," Janae mumbles, Aaliyah patting her knee. "Is Poussey in heaven?" Suzanne questions. Aaliyah pursed her lips, really not liking how casually they brought up her name. "Of course she is, honey. In my faith, we call it paradise. Hmm. I bet you she's up there right now, having a heck of a time looking down at us, laughing about this mess we got ourselves in," Alison comments.

Suzanne stammers. "Wait, so, the dead bad person is up there with her? In the paradise-heaven-better-place?"

"Absolutely not," Cindy stated. Suzanne gestured at Janae, "Well, she said he's in a better place." Janae inhales with wide eyes, not sure what to say as Suzanne stutters. "He is. It's just a different better place than the one that P's in," Janae clarified. Aaliyah face-palmed, not sure how they got themselves in this mess. "Wait, so you can be a bad person and still end up in the better place?"

Aaliyah stands up, patting Suzanne's shoulder. "Hey, calm down. I guarantee he's lookin' up at us right now before he's ready to go visit Jeffery Dahmer's doorstep." Janae sighs, nudging Aaliyah. "What? I believe that," she shrugs. Suzanne still seemed to be confused. "Okay, look. Nobody knows, all right? It's just shit people say to make each other feel better," Cindy said to attempt to calm down Suzanne who only freaked out more.

"Oh, it's too much! It's too much death! It's too much. And...and you're all lying, lying, lying, lying!" Suzanne hits herself on the head. "You liars! Oh, God! Too much death! Too much, it's too much! That's right! You're liars. You lie. You lie!" Suzanne cries, leaning her forehead on the wall. They all looked at each other, not sure what to do. "Too much! Too much death! Too much!"

Aaliyah ran a hand over her hair, "We need Taystee, man."

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Aaliyah walked into Spanish Harlem just as Gloria walked pass her, leading a the PR guy Josh away. She shrugged, figuring she was taking him to the poo. She spotted Ouija, seeing her literally snorting coffee like it was coke. "Well this is certainly a sight." Aaliyah mumbles, Ouija and Pidge turning to look at her. "Oh shit, where you been mamacita?" Ouija asks as Aaliyah rips off a piece of cloth from a bedsheet. "Busy with negotiations," Liyah shrugs, using the cloth to wipe Ouija's bleeding nose.

"Makes sense. You look good. Sexy. I like the shirt." Ouija says, tugging on Aaliyah's green v-neck shirt with a small smirk. "Mmm. Are you flirting with me cause you're high on caffeine?" Ouija chuckles, nodding as Pidge takes another snort of the coffee grounds. Ouija exhales, "What you need?" Aaliyah sets down the cloth, leaning on the bedframe. "I heard you guys have coffee, and seeing how I'm correct, may I have a cup?"

"You got anything to trade for?" Pidge asks, seeing this as an opportunity for some food, knowing Ouija would've gave it to Liyah for free. "One sec." Aaliyah walks over to another bunk, walking inside, she snatches a candy bar off someone's desk and walks back over to Ouija and Pidge. "Here." Aaliyah tossed it to Pidge. Ouija takes the cup from Liyah's hand and pours some coffee grounds inside. "There you go. Enjoy."

Aaliyah smiles, "Thank you, and take a chill on the snorting, you'll damage your insides."

Ouija nods, "I'll keep that in mind."

A few minutes later, Aaliyah walked to the front, two cups of coffee in her hands. "Ugh, finally." Ms. Figueroa sits up as Aaliyah sets the cup down, passing Caputo the other cup. "You're welcome. Now, I better be hearing some progress." Aaliyah stated, walking out after Taystee thanked her.

Aaliyah walks into the dorms next to Cindy, taking notice of Suzanne punching into the ceiling as Alison and Janae yelled for her to stop. "I think we gotta be firmer with her," Janae says, picking up a shoe. "Yo! Stop! Yo! Yo! You better get your ass down here before the rest of these bitches throw it down for you!" Aaliyah and Cindy get closer, watching as Suzanne pulled the pieces of the ceiling down. "What the fuck is happening?" Aaliyah questions, Cindy saying something similar.

"She's trying to find heaven." Alison explains. "Say what now?" Suzanne pulls another part of the ceiling apart, Janae trying to dodge the debris. "It's like she's hallucinating or something. Man, where's Taystee?" Alison questioned, Cindy taking a little offense to that. "I got this." Aaliyah yelps as Suzanne subconsciously threw a piece at her. "Oh hell no. You better take care of this before I fucking chloroform her ass," Liyah says, obviously not serious but still.

"I don't wanna be here anymore! I hate this place! I wanna go to the better place. Please, let me in! Let me in!" Suzanne pleads at the ceiling above her, a few pieces completely destroyed. "I'll be good, I promise. I'm good! Please! I'm good! I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good!" Suzanne cries, Aaliyah took her hair down to shake off the white debris in her hair. "Suzanne! Suzanne! It's time for you medicine," Cindy says, holding up a big bottle of pills.

"I don't take medicine now," Suzanne objects. Apparently, Lorna Morello ak Lorna La Loca, had told Suzanne she didn't need the medicine anymore, which explained Suzanne's behavior. "Yes, you do. You know your schedule, right?" Cindy says. Suzanne nods both of her hands on her head. "Pill line, 10:00 and 4:00. 10:00 and 4:00." She confirms. "Mhm, mhm. That's right. And guess what time it is right now?" Suzanne whimpers, "10:00?"

"Mhm." Cindy nods. "So get your butt down here and take your meds before the COs gives you a shot." She says strictly. "Uh-huh." Janae goes to the bed to help Suzanne down as Aaliyah and Alison pull Cindy to the side. "Listen, what the hell are you doing?" Alison questioned. "I'm getting her calmed down," Cindy defends. "Yes, with what, exactly?" Aaliyah asks.

Cindy looks down at the bottle, "Uh, lithium. Look, I read somewhere it's good for...for crazy."

Aaliyah looks down at the name, finding it to be quite familiar. Alison didn't seem to like this. "Are you kidding me? You don't even know what it does." Janae walks over, standing next to her girlfriend as Aaliyah takes the bottle to read. "I'm guessin' she'll sleep for a little while, so what?" Aaliyah nods, showing Alison the bottle. "Yeah, my mum used to take this, it knocked her ass out for a while but it's different for everyone," She clarifies.

"Exactly. She damn near ruined negotiations last night. You want her to keep that shit up?" Cindy takes the bottle from Alison.

Janae was unsure about this whole thing, finding it really messed up. "This is fucked up, man."

Cindy takes a pill out and grabs the cup of water as Suzanne was shushing herself. "Tell me I ain't handling shit." Hearing that, Aaliyah assumed that Taystee must've told her off about this situation. Cindy walks over to Suzanne, kneeling down in front of her. "Hey. Hey. Here you go." Suzanne holds head with her hands, sniffling, "Will these make me good?" Aaliyah looks down, hating that they were doing this. "Yes." Suzanne breathes shakily, taking the pill from Cindy.

Aaliyah walked to her bunk, not being able to watch that any longer. Shortly after did Janae join her, sitting down next to the girl. "I'm sorry for calling you a bitch. I didn't mean it." Aaliyah huffs, looking down at her hands. Janae smiles softly, "I know. It's cool." She put her arms around the girl, now realizing how much Aaliyah's hair had grown. "How'd your hair get so long?" She asks, pulling some pieces of debris out of Aaliyah's brown curls.

"Oh, I take these hair growth gummies. And my hair grows very fast, I had a full head of hair by the time I was one," Aaliyah shrugs, laying her head on Janae's shoulder. "Well, I wanna grow out my hair some more so you're gonna have to hook a girl up." Aaliyah chuckles, pressing a kiss to Janae's hand. "If they send us to Max after this is all over, you're gonna get to meet Carol. I think she's gonna love you."

"Does she got a life sentence or somethin'?" Janae questioned.

"Sort of. She originally got twenty five for killing her little sister until she got an extra thirty for drug charges/ contraband. Some bitch named Frieda turned her in." Aaliyah explained, playing with the bandana that was still attached to Janae's wrist. "Wait, what's her last name? This Frieda chick?" Janae asked, wanting to see if she was right about something.

"Uhh, I don't know. I think it starts with a B." Aaliyah guessed. Janae's eyes widened, turning to look at Liyah, "Frieda Berlin? Is that her name?" Aaliyah scrunched her brows, "Yeah. How do you know that?" Janae runs a hand over her mouth, "Baby, she's an inmate here." Aaliyah's eyes widened, standing up suddenly. "Holy shit. So, if Frieda gets sent to Max..."

Janae stands up, finishing her sentence. "Carol's gon' kill her." Aaliyah laughs, "Fuck man, I feel bad for her. Carol's fucking crazy. She's gonna skin that bitch alive, literally." Janae sits down at the edge of the bed, "you think if we knew this sooner that Carol would've had you kill her?"

Aaliyah sat down next to her, nodding. "Oh most definitely." Janae turns to her, "Would you have done it?" Aaliyah pursed her lips, pulling her knees to her chest, "It depends. If too much blood was involved, then probably not." Janae chuckles, loving how Liyah hated blood but enjoyed hurting people who cross her. "Don't laugh! It's not funny!" Aaliyah shoves Janae playfully.

Janae wraps her arms around Aaliyah, pulling her to lay down on the bed as Janae climbed over her. Their laughter died down, both of them a little breathless. "Promise me something." Janae suddenly spoke. Aaliyah nods as Janae brushed Aaliyah's hair behind her ear. "Promise me, whatever happens, we'll always be together. You won't leave me."

Aaliyah smiles softly, brushing her thumb down Janae's cheek. "I promise you. I will never leave you 'til the day I die."

"I love you, Aaliyah."

"I love you too, so fucking much."

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a/n: i love them sm 😭 but this won't age well man 😕

had to sneak in some ouija and aaliyah before yk what happens 💔

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