Alex sighed sympathetically with a tight lipped smile. Litchfield prison had the flu, and it had finally caught up to Alex. She looked over to her ex-girlfriend at the bottom of her bed, ranting about her harsh fiance. “Do you want me to kill him?” she smirked playfully, “I may be a sick lesbian in a prison bunk, but i have connections.” She smiled sympathetic and reached across, holding her hand and gently interlocking their fingers, using her thumb to stroke her ex’s forefinger comfortingly.