Up on the mile, Wild Bill was sitting on his bed, pulling feathers out of his pillow while singing, "Barbeque! Me and you! Stinky, pinky, pew, pew, pew! Weren't Billy, Jilly, Hilly or Pa! It was a French-fried Cajun named Delacroix!"
As Bill kept on singing loudly, Paul walked on the mile and felt something break under his foot. He looked down and saw a piece of glass before looking up to see a lightbulb broken in one of the hanging lamps. He then went over to Wild Bill's cell, pounded the bars with his baton, and ordered, "You're about ten seconds away from spending the rest of your life in the patted room!"
Wild Bill stopped singing and blew a few feathers out of his hand; this was the first time he ever followed any orders!

Paul then walked over to John Coffey's cell, and saw the large man sitting on his bed and crying. "Poor old Del," John sobbed.
"Yeah, poor old Del," Paul repeated with a nod as he placed his baton back in his belt, "John? You okay?"
"I could feel it from here," John said with a lump in his throat.
"What do you mean?" Paul asked, "You could hear it? Is that what you mean, you could hear it?"
"He out of it now, though," John said with tear stains on his face, "He the lucky one. No matter how it happened, Del's the lucky one."
Paul nodded and then asked, "Where's Mr. Jingles?"
"Ran away under that door," John sobbed as he looked at the door to the restraining room, "Don't think he'll be back. He felt it, too… through me. Didn't mean to hurt him none. All the hurt just spilled out." He sighed sadly and said, "Awful tired now, boss. Dog-tired."
John laid down on his bed as Paul said, "Me too, John, me too."
Just then, Harry quickly came over to Paul, tapped his shoulder and said, "Paul, excuse me, but something's wrong with your nephew."
Paul's eyes widened in shock as he asked, "What do you mean?"
"Before we took him to the medical ward," Harry explained, "He had this pain in his lower abdomen, and he was pissing out blood." Paul gasped as Harry finished, "You'd better come down and hope it isn't appendicitis." So Harry led Paul away hastily, and the two made their way to the medical ward. John, meanwhile, cringed when he felt something in his own abdomen.

When Harry brought Paul to the medical ward, the two of them stood beside Brutal, who was leaning backward against a wall in nervousness. Hal and Percy each stood by a side of the door to the room where Bobbie-Jo was in, waiting for news. Paul was the only one who knew what was really wrong with BJ; he knew it was something that happened to girls about once a month, so he placed his hand over his mouth, worried about the cat being let out of the bag.
Sure enough, a physician opened the door from inside the room, and whispered, "Hal!" Hal leaned in towards the doctor, who whispered in his ear, "She's not really a man, Mr. Moores."
Hal looked at Paul with suspicion, and then followed the physician into the room. Percy was curious as to what was happening, so he decided to silently follow Hal.
As Hal approached the bed that BJ was lying on under some sheets, the young guard moved her head a little bit, opened her eyes, and then sat up. She was not wearing her shirt or jacket, but she was wearing a corset tied very tightly to make her chest appear flat. Hal looked at her chest in shock, but Bobbie-Jo covered herself with the sheet and gasped, "I-I can explain."
Percy also came to the bed and gasped with shock, "So it's true!"
Hal exhaled through his nostrils in disbelief and then left the room. "Hal!" BJ called to him; Percy then picked her up by the back of the neck and pulled her out of the bed.

Percy then took the poor girl out of the medical room and shouted with anger, "I KNEW I smelled a rat the first time I saw you!" He turned BJ around and showed everyone her identity as he cried out, "A girl!" Harry and Brutal both gasped while Percy threw BJ down to the ground and chastised, "You treacherous bitch!"
Bobbie-Jo looked up with anger and shame as she said, "My name is Barbara Josephine! I'm Paul's daughter! I did this to help him when he was sick."
"Paul, do you have anything to say?" Hal asked with a serious expression.
Paul was about to say something when his daughter cried, "I didn't mean for it to go this far!"
"Goddammit, Hal wasn't talking to you!" Percy shouted in Bobbie-Jo's face.
"It was the only way!" BJ shouted with anger, "Please believe me, Percy!"
"Hmmph!" Percy scoffed, "I wouldn't believe you in a thousand years. In fact, I wouldn't believe you if you were the last person on earth!" He then pushed her down with his foot, and she was now lying face-first on the ground, groaning.
"Percy, what are you doing?" Harry cried out.
Percy didn't answer; instead, he kicked Bobbie-Jo very hard in the left side of her body.
"Percy, STOP IT!" Paul yelled when he saw his daughter being bullied.
Again, Percy ignored him and kicked BJ even harder in her side, making her cry out in pain!
Finally, Hal and Paul tackled Percy and pinned him to the ground. "Percy Wetmore, how could you inflict pain on that poor child?" Hal inquired him with anger, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, boy! This is Paul's daughter, Bobbie-Jo! Now get up!" He and Paul freed Percy from their grip; Paul went over to help his daughter.

Hal also went over to Bobbie-Jo, but then he looked down and told her calmly but sternly, "Young lady, I don't ever wanna see you dressed in that uniform ever again. Understand?"
Bobbie-Jo looked at him with teary eyes and sadly nodded, "Yes sir."
Percy came over to her and growled, "That's right. You are FIRED, Miss Edgecomb! And another thing - sooner or later, I'm gonna report to some of my important relatives about this!" At the last word, Percy spat directly into her face.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Paul snapped with rage. Percy and Hal then walked away; Brutal and Harry sadly looked at BJ, and then also went away. Paul helped Bobbie-Jo on her feet and said softly, "Come on, honey. We'd better get your side looked at." He and his daughter walked back to the door to have some treatment done for BJ's side.

Several minutes later, Bobbie-Jo was wearing her white dress shirt again, but she now had a gauze pad covered by a cloth over the place where Percy kicked her; it was clear that she had a broken rib or two. BJ and Paul were back in E Block, and were sitting at the main desk. "I'm sorry this happened, Daddy," Bobbie-Jo sobbed, "I didn't think it would, but I didn't see it coming."
"Honey, no one sees these things coming," Paul softly said to his daughter, "And I will admit, I was disappointed in you coming here, but…" He stopped to heave a heavy sigh and finished, "I'm glad you worried about me. That shows you love me."
Bobbie-Jo wanted to smile, but she was so overcome with sadness and humiliation. "I should never have cut off my long hair, and ran away from home," she lamented softly as tears rolled down her cheeks, "I should've just listened to you, Daddy."
"Well, you wanted to save me from dying on death row," Paul said as he put his hand around BJ's shoulder, "Not as an inmate, but as an ailing guard. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I should have focused more on my health and stayed home to see a doctor? The whole thing is not your fault, sweetheart."
"Well, maybe I didn't really do this to help you, Daddy," Bobbie-Jo said softly as she picked up her prison guard hat, "Maybe what I really wanted was to prove to you and Mama that I could do things right? So when I looked at the mirror, I'd see someone worthwhile." She looked at her reflection in the gold badge of her hat, but then she sobbed, "But I was wrong! I see nothing!" She threw her hat onto the floor and finished, "And what do I get for working here? A kick in the ribs!" BJ then buried her face in her arms and started crying again.

As Paul comforted his crying daughter, a familiar large hand appeared between two cell bars, and a familiar deep voice softly called, "BJ? I wants to see you. I feel your pain, and I wants to help you."
Bobbie-Jo slowly and sadly looked up from her folded arms towards the end of the mile. A tear slid down her cheek as she asked, "What do you want, John Coffey?"
"Bobbie-Jo, he just wants to help you," Paul gently reprimanded her. He then motioned for her to go walk down the mile to John's cell.
Bobbie-Jo reluctantly and sadly did as she was told. When she got to John's cell, she turned to the inmate and asked, "How are you gonna help?"
"Just come closer," John softly said.
Bobbie-Jo slowly went up to his cell, and then John placed his right hand onto the girl's injury. Bobbie-Jo screamed out in pain, "OW! Daddy, help!"
"Bobbie-Jo, it's okay!" Paul called, "He's helping you, not hurting you!"
BJ then placed her hands onto one of the cell bars; John put his left hand onto her hands as the girl winced in pain. Just then, some of the lights up above shone very brightly; some of them even sparked a bit. After several seconds, John let go of Bobbie-Jo, and the girl stepped back, watching John cough.

After a little bit of coughing, John looked up at the ceiling and let some particles escape from his mouth and fly up before disappearing. Bobbie-Jo looked up in awe and gasped, "John, what'd you do to me?"
"Didn't I help it?" John asked, "I took it back." Bobbie-Jo felt her left side and surprisingly felt no more pain as John continued, "Boss man Percy really mean. He break two of your ribs. He hurt you real bad. But I helped it."
Bobbie-Jo's tears of sadness turned to tears of happiness as she whispered, "You're an angel, John. A living and breathing angel! Thank you."
"I'm tired now, BJ," John said softly as he went over to his bed, "Dog-tired."
As John laid down on his bed, Bobbie-Jo whispered, "Good night, John." The girl then walked away to join her father so that they could go home and get some sleep.

Author's Note: Once again, I borrowed a little dialogue from Mulan ((c) Disney)