Another Prison another town Part 4- Helpless
Fucking hell!!!!! Ryan thought to himself.
This, he had *not* needed.
"Are you ok?"
There was blood on the man's lip, and he didn't look awake.
Shit! Fuck! I've been here for less than a month and now I'll probably get prosecuted again...
The words rung in his head.
"Assault of an officer of the law"...
Fuck!!! Come on Ryan; think!
He quickly pulled his jeans up, not really caring that it hurt.
"Officer! Guard! Someone! Help!!!" he yelled into the all too solidly closed iron door.
Finally, a guard opened the door and yelled: " What the hell is this all about, O'reily!?!"
Ryan, who had been standing very close to the door, took a step back so that the guard could see Officer Jones lying on the floor.
"My god O'reily! What the hell have you done!?! Guard, medics!!"
Another guard rushed to the door. He too gasped at the sight of the old man lying on the floor, and then he looked at O'reily, hate in his eyes.
"He's breathing," the first guard said.
Ryan drew a sigh of relieve. Even though he hated the guts of the old hack, he most certainly didn't want another murder charge on rapsheet...! Not that it would matter much, he reminded himself. He was in here for life anyway.
"Well, it's most certainly not thanks to you!" the guard shot at him, venomous voice. "Williams, take the inmate to the hole. He'll have to wait there for Mister Mc Manus to get back tomorrow. The warden's away in business for a few days."
Ryan was far too taken by the whole situation too put up a fight, as he was lead to the hole.
"STRIP!" the guard issued.
Ryan looked at him, dumbfounded.
"Is he going to be OK?" he asked sheepishly.
"How would I know?! You should have thought of that before you did whatever it is you did to him!! Now STRIP!" the guard yelled at him.
Ryan did as he was told and the guard opened the door and pushed him trough it, this time Ryan was prepared for the shove and so he didn't fall. ***************************************************************************
"O'reily?" There was a weak voice coming from the hospital bed...
"O´reily!?" He sat up....
"Fuuuck..." ...And lied down again, ready to throw up!
"Oh!" startled sound from the end of the bed. "You're awake sir!" sounding more happy.
The younger officer went around the bed to the older officer's side.
"Where is O'reily? Where am I ?!"
"Don't worry sir. O'reily is safely locked up in the hole. He won't be able to have another go at you any time soon!" the younger guard said, not able to hide the disgust in his voice as he talked about the inmate.
"Oh no..." the older guard said and sighed. " I have to clear this up."
He once again tried to sit up, but as he did he got nauseous again, and unfortunately the younger guard was in the line of fire...
Afterwards Jones said: "Oh god! I'm sorry Williams!"
"That's all right sir," the younger guard said, trying to sound cheery as he wiped himself clean. "I was going to polish these shoes tonight anyway."
"Williams, I have to get up!" the older guard said.
"Sir with all due respect, I think it would be safest if you just rested now. You've got a bad concussion!" Williams said hastily, partly because he really didn't want to be subject to another shower of the older man's breakfast. "We'll take care of things. Johnson's taking your shifts for the week. And Wourdsley has already walked the dog for you. The doctor said that you have to stay here over night, so I took the liberty of taking your house keys and giving them to Wourdsley. She'll walk Maggie tonight and tomorrow morning as well, and hopefully you will be well enough to get home by then. You will probably have to take it easy for the rest of the week tough.
"And O'reily?? " Jones asked, still not completely in control of the situation.
"Well, he'll stay in the hole until Mc Manus comes back tomorrow, or the day after... The warden is still away in business."
"No, you can't..." the older man said. "He didn't do anything..."
"Sir, I'm sorry to sound disrespectful, but you're talking crazy. O'reily is the one that knocked you unconscious, remember?" the younger guard said, wondering if that blow to Officer Jones head had been harder than they thought.
"No, you don't understand... He didn't, or well he did, but..." Jones sighed, not knowing how to explain without starting a long story, which he wouldn't have the energy to finish. "Could you please bring him to me?" He asked of the younger guard.
"Well sir...It's late you see, and I was going to catch a movie with my girlfriend...I was just going to see that you where OK, under the circumstances that is. And well, if I'm to get O'reily, which I'm not sure is such a good idea, if you don't mind me telling you so sir, and then you will want to talk to him, and I'll have to bring him back, and... Well the movie is on at eleven, sir..." the younger guard ranted.
The truth was he really didn't want the older guard to meet O'reily. Not at his present state. He seemed far too confused!
Jones, having got even more dizzy listening to the young man's ramblings, decided that maybe it was best for him to wait to see O'reily until morning.
If only the poor boy wasn't in the hole...
But he knew that it was already after hours, and he didn't want to burden the younger guard more than he already had. And so, he decided that seeing O'reily and getting him out of the hole was going to have to wait until tomorrow. After all it was late, so it wouldn't be that much longer.
"I think maybe you are right, Williams," he said, trying not to think about his betrayal. "But he has got to get some medical attention first thing in the morning! He's got a wound on his knee and it's not looking pretty, so he *really* needs to have that looked on and cleaned out by a doctor! Promise me you'll make sure he gets to see a doctor first thing in the morning Willams! Will you do that for me? It's important to me!"
"Well sir, I'm not sure we should let him out of the hole just yet. It might be good for him to stay there and cool off..."
He was cut off by the older officer.
"...Williams look at me," he said, seeking the younger guard's eyes, making him look into his. "This is important to me, *really important*."
The younger man saw the sincerity in his older colleague's eyes and so gave in. This obviously was very important to him!
"Yes sir, I'll make sure that he's taken to the doctor first thing in the morning."
The older guard thanked him. He then said: "It's all right Williams, I'll be OK now. You can go."
The younger man tried not to look too relieved. It wasn't so much the fact that he didn't care about Jones, because he did; everybody did; but he HATED hospitals.
"Thank you sir. Good night," he said, and left.
"Good night Williams," the older man said.
He spent an uneasy night thinking about poor O'reily being stuck in the hole, but in the end he managed to fall asleep.
*************************************************************************** O'reily's night in turn, was even worse.
The shock and confusion of what had happened had subsided by now.
It's really strange O´reily thought to himself; sitting cooped up in the corner against the cold stonewall, freezing, feeling very much alone. I can kill someone deliberately and not feel a thing, but still this thing has me all dumbfounded. I mean he's a hack, a FUCKING hack!
He realized though, after some thought, that hurting someone unintentionally, physically that was, he was not used to.
The fact that this time the hack, although he is a bastard in general, had seemed to want to help him, made Ryan have even more of a guilty conscience.
He couldn't help but to wonder how the hack was.
Is he even alive?
I hadn't seemed like it when Ryan was towed away... He remembered a similar situation a few years back, when Cyril had got too much of his medication and fell unconscious. Ryan hadn't noticed it if it hadn't been for Adebisi. This was of course nothing similar; the difference between *a hack* and his brother was huge, but still it was the same feeling of panic he had felt, seeing the guard earlier that day...
Ryan had only slept for an hour or two when he heard the door opening.
YES! He thought. Finally, maybe I can get out of here and check how Jones is doing...
"I'm supposed to get you to the doctor an then to Mc Manus's office. Get dressed!" Voice angry, bundle of clothes being thrown harshly at him.
He got up, getting dressed quickly, not for the sake of the angry guard, but simply because he wanted out of there. Even if it did mean going to that fucker Mc Manus´office.
"How is Jones?" he asked.
"That's *Officer* Jones to you! He has a major concussion thanks to you, and won't be back at work until Thursday at the very earliest. Now, come here!"
Ryan did as he was told and the guard let his hand close around Ryan's neck.
They wandered down the corridor.
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As he was steered into sickbay he could not help but feel uncomfortable. All around him were hacks and personnel that quite obviously knew what he had done and, as expected, they were *not* happy. But what no one seemed to know, was that he hadn't done it intentionally...
He was greeted by a doctor with an angered look on his face.
No Gloria here...
The thought of Gloria suddenly sent shivers down his spine, setting him in an even more miserable mood, as he remembered that he would never ever se her again...
"You can sit down over there."
He didn't reply. It was clear that nothing he said could change their perception of him.
He was escorted over to the gurney and sat down.
"I'd watch this one if I were you, he's already hurt one officer, and I have no doubt he'll do it again in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I have to go now as I have other things to tend to, I'm afraid," the young officer said.
"Should we restrain him? It's going to be a while before I can have a look at him," the doctor asked and looked Ryan up and down.
"I think that would be a good idea, yes. Especially if it's going to be a while."
"Alright then, have him move over to this gurney," the doctor said.
Never mind the fact that I'm still in the room! Ryan thought, when he heard them talking about him as if he wasn't even there.
Ryan moved to a gurney a few feet away and watched as leather straps where taken out of a cupboard and fastened in buckles on the gurney, two at the bottom and two at the top of the gurney, slightly above where the pillow should have been.
The guard took his cuffs of.
"Alright, lie down."
He did what he was told; head spinning, as he hadn't received any food for more than 24 hours now.
The doctor fastened his feet with the straps, pinning them to the hard gurney.
"Raise you arms up and put them in the straps."
He hesitated. However, when the officer looked as if he was going to do it for him, did as he was told, closing his eyes and concentrating on his breathing in order not to panic, as the doctor thoroughly fastened his arms to the top of the bed, using the straps.
He was completely trapped, and as he wasn't very used to that, it felt like a nightmare.
"I'll be going then," the young hack said to the doctor. The doctor nodded to him in reply.
"I'll be back when I have time for you," the doctor said to Ryan, despise obvious in his voice.
He walked away, leaving Ryan with feet strapped down and hands fastened over his head, at any ones mercy.
Lying there, waiting, Ryan tried to control his panic by looking for a clock somewhere. Somewhere in his field of vision, that was. There was none.
He tried too get some sleep, but he felt far too exposed to relax, and besides, every time he nodded off, one of the nurses seemed to drop something with a bang or do something else to make him wake up.
Many hours later, (or at least it seemed so,) the doctor came back.
"Let's get a look at this then," he said, standing at the end of the bed, where Ryan couldn't see him. He then hitched up the leg of Ryan's trouser in such an unkind way that Ryan, who couldn't see him, and wasn't prepared screamed: "Fuck!"
"Behave yourself!" the doctor yelled harshly. "Hmm, this doesn't look all that good."
He fetched some gauze, a bottle of iodine and a scalpel.
He then cut an incision through the wound in order to get it to open more.
Ryan who hadn't received any kind of anaesthetic couldn't help but to scream. But as he was tied down thoroughly, he couldn't move.
"Why the hell won't you give me some anaesthetic, you bastards!?!"
"If I were you I'd shut up and count my blessings that we agree to treat you after what you did to Officer Jones!" the doctor said with poison, and squeezed the wound like a pimple, making Ryan scream out in pain again, pus oozing out of the wound.
"SHUT UP!" the doctor yelled, "you'll wake our patients!"
Ryan panted, and to his own embarrassment, sobbed; tears in his eyes from the pain.
The doctor applied some iodine to the wound, making it sting and hurt a lot worse than ever before. He then put a Band-Aid on and then left, saying: " I'll have someone come by and get you out of the restraints when I see that you have calmed down and can behave yourself!"
Ryan just sniveled in return, unable to help himself.
About an hour later a guard came by the bed, said: "I'm to take you to Mister Mc Manus now."
He loosened the restraints and put the cuffs on Ryan.
Ryan stood up and felt a sharp pain in his knee, but the guard took a strong hold around his neck and pushed him forward, making him limp towards Mc Manus's office. ***************************************************************************
Fucking hell!!!!! Ryan thought to himself.
This, he had *not* needed.
"Are you ok?"
There was blood on the man's lip, and he didn't look awake.
Shit! Fuck! I've been here for less than a month and now I'll probably get prosecuted again...
The words rung in his head.
"Assault of an officer of the law"...
Fuck!!! Come on Ryan; think!
He quickly pulled his jeans up, not really caring that it hurt.
"Officer! Guard! Someone! Help!!!" he yelled into the all too solidly closed iron door.
Finally, a guard opened the door and yelled: " What the hell is this all about, O'reily!?!"
Ryan, who had been standing very close to the door, took a step back so that the guard could see Officer Jones lying on the floor.
"My god O'reily! What the hell have you done!?! Guard, medics!!"
Another guard rushed to the door. He too gasped at the sight of the old man lying on the floor, and then he looked at O'reily, hate in his eyes.
"He's breathing," the first guard said.
Ryan drew a sigh of relieve. Even though he hated the guts of the old hack, he most certainly didn't want another murder charge on rapsheet...! Not that it would matter much, he reminded himself. He was in here for life anyway.
"Well, it's most certainly not thanks to you!" the guard shot at him, venomous voice. "Williams, take the inmate to the hole. He'll have to wait there for Mister Mc Manus to get back tomorrow. The warden's away in business for a few days."
Ryan was far too taken by the whole situation too put up a fight, as he was lead to the hole.
"STRIP!" the guard issued.
Ryan looked at him, dumbfounded.
"Is he going to be OK?" he asked sheepishly.
"How would I know?! You should have thought of that before you did whatever it is you did to him!! Now STRIP!" the guard yelled at him.
Ryan did as he was told and the guard opened the door and pushed him trough it, this time Ryan was prepared for the shove and so he didn't fall. ***************************************************************************
"O'reily?" There was a weak voice coming from the hospital bed...
"O´reily!?" He sat up....
"Fuuuck..." ...And lied down again, ready to throw up!
"Oh!" startled sound from the end of the bed. "You're awake sir!" sounding more happy.
The younger officer went around the bed to the older officer's side.
"Where is O'reily? Where am I ?!"
"Don't worry sir. O'reily is safely locked up in the hole. He won't be able to have another go at you any time soon!" the younger guard said, not able to hide the disgust in his voice as he talked about the inmate.
"Oh no..." the older guard said and sighed. " I have to clear this up."
He once again tried to sit up, but as he did he got nauseous again, and unfortunately the younger guard was in the line of fire...
Afterwards Jones said: "Oh god! I'm sorry Williams!"
"That's all right sir," the younger guard said, trying to sound cheery as he wiped himself clean. "I was going to polish these shoes tonight anyway."
"Williams, I have to get up!" the older guard said.
"Sir with all due respect, I think it would be safest if you just rested now. You've got a bad concussion!" Williams said hastily, partly because he really didn't want to be subject to another shower of the older man's breakfast. "We'll take care of things. Johnson's taking your shifts for the week. And Wourdsley has already walked the dog for you. The doctor said that you have to stay here over night, so I took the liberty of taking your house keys and giving them to Wourdsley. She'll walk Maggie tonight and tomorrow morning as well, and hopefully you will be well enough to get home by then. You will probably have to take it easy for the rest of the week tough.
"And O'reily?? " Jones asked, still not completely in control of the situation.
"Well, he'll stay in the hole until Mc Manus comes back tomorrow, or the day after... The warden is still away in business."
"No, you can't..." the older man said. "He didn't do anything..."
"Sir, I'm sorry to sound disrespectful, but you're talking crazy. O'reily is the one that knocked you unconscious, remember?" the younger guard said, wondering if that blow to Officer Jones head had been harder than they thought.
"No, you don't understand... He didn't, or well he did, but..." Jones sighed, not knowing how to explain without starting a long story, which he wouldn't have the energy to finish. "Could you please bring him to me?" He asked of the younger guard.
"Well sir...It's late you see, and I was going to catch a movie with my girlfriend...I was just going to see that you where OK, under the circumstances that is. And well, if I'm to get O'reily, which I'm not sure is such a good idea, if you don't mind me telling you so sir, and then you will want to talk to him, and I'll have to bring him back, and... Well the movie is on at eleven, sir..." the younger guard ranted.
The truth was he really didn't want the older guard to meet O'reily. Not at his present state. He seemed far too confused!
Jones, having got even more dizzy listening to the young man's ramblings, decided that maybe it was best for him to wait to see O'reily until morning.
If only the poor boy wasn't in the hole...
But he knew that it was already after hours, and he didn't want to burden the younger guard more than he already had. And so, he decided that seeing O'reily and getting him out of the hole was going to have to wait until tomorrow. After all it was late, so it wouldn't be that much longer.
"I think maybe you are right, Williams," he said, trying not to think about his betrayal. "But he has got to get some medical attention first thing in the morning! He's got a wound on his knee and it's not looking pretty, so he *really* needs to have that looked on and cleaned out by a doctor! Promise me you'll make sure he gets to see a doctor first thing in the morning Willams! Will you do that for me? It's important to me!"
"Well sir, I'm not sure we should let him out of the hole just yet. It might be good for him to stay there and cool off..."
He was cut off by the older officer.
"...Williams look at me," he said, seeking the younger guard's eyes, making him look into his. "This is important to me, *really important*."
The younger man saw the sincerity in his older colleague's eyes and so gave in. This obviously was very important to him!
"Yes sir, I'll make sure that he's taken to the doctor first thing in the morning."
The older guard thanked him. He then said: "It's all right Williams, I'll be OK now. You can go."
The younger man tried not to look too relieved. It wasn't so much the fact that he didn't care about Jones, because he did; everybody did; but he HATED hospitals.
"Thank you sir. Good night," he said, and left.
"Good night Williams," the older man said.
He spent an uneasy night thinking about poor O'reily being stuck in the hole, but in the end he managed to fall asleep.
*************************************************************************** O'reily's night in turn, was even worse.
The shock and confusion of what had happened had subsided by now.
It's really strange O´reily thought to himself; sitting cooped up in the corner against the cold stonewall, freezing, feeling very much alone. I can kill someone deliberately and not feel a thing, but still this thing has me all dumbfounded. I mean he's a hack, a FUCKING hack!
He realized though, after some thought, that hurting someone unintentionally, physically that was, he was not used to.
The fact that this time the hack, although he is a bastard in general, had seemed to want to help him, made Ryan have even more of a guilty conscience.
He couldn't help but to wonder how the hack was.
Is he even alive?
I hadn't seemed like it when Ryan was towed away... He remembered a similar situation a few years back, when Cyril had got too much of his medication and fell unconscious. Ryan hadn't noticed it if it hadn't been for Adebisi. This was of course nothing similar; the difference between *a hack* and his brother was huge, but still it was the same feeling of panic he had felt, seeing the guard earlier that day...
Ryan had only slept for an hour or two when he heard the door opening.
YES! He thought. Finally, maybe I can get out of here and check how Jones is doing...
"I'm supposed to get you to the doctor an then to Mc Manus's office. Get dressed!" Voice angry, bundle of clothes being thrown harshly at him.
He got up, getting dressed quickly, not for the sake of the angry guard, but simply because he wanted out of there. Even if it did mean going to that fucker Mc Manus´office.
"How is Jones?" he asked.
"That's *Officer* Jones to you! He has a major concussion thanks to you, and won't be back at work until Thursday at the very earliest. Now, come here!"
Ryan did as he was told and the guard let his hand close around Ryan's neck.
They wandered down the corridor.
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As he was steered into sickbay he could not help but feel uncomfortable. All around him were hacks and personnel that quite obviously knew what he had done and, as expected, they were *not* happy. But what no one seemed to know, was that he hadn't done it intentionally...
He was greeted by a doctor with an angered look on his face.
No Gloria here...
The thought of Gloria suddenly sent shivers down his spine, setting him in an even more miserable mood, as he remembered that he would never ever se her again...
"You can sit down over there."
He didn't reply. It was clear that nothing he said could change their perception of him.
He was escorted over to the gurney and sat down.
"I'd watch this one if I were you, he's already hurt one officer, and I have no doubt he'll do it again in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I have to go now as I have other things to tend to, I'm afraid," the young officer said.
"Should we restrain him? It's going to be a while before I can have a look at him," the doctor asked and looked Ryan up and down.
"I think that would be a good idea, yes. Especially if it's going to be a while."
"Alright then, have him move over to this gurney," the doctor said.
Never mind the fact that I'm still in the room! Ryan thought, when he heard them talking about him as if he wasn't even there.
Ryan moved to a gurney a few feet away and watched as leather straps where taken out of a cupboard and fastened in buckles on the gurney, two at the bottom and two at the top of the gurney, slightly above where the pillow should have been.
The guard took his cuffs of.
"Alright, lie down."
He did what he was told; head spinning, as he hadn't received any food for more than 24 hours now.
The doctor fastened his feet with the straps, pinning them to the hard gurney.
"Raise you arms up and put them in the straps."
He hesitated. However, when the officer looked as if he was going to do it for him, did as he was told, closing his eyes and concentrating on his breathing in order not to panic, as the doctor thoroughly fastened his arms to the top of the bed, using the straps.
He was completely trapped, and as he wasn't very used to that, it felt like a nightmare.
"I'll be going then," the young hack said to the doctor. The doctor nodded to him in reply.
"I'll be back when I have time for you," the doctor said to Ryan, despise obvious in his voice.
He walked away, leaving Ryan with feet strapped down and hands fastened over his head, at any ones mercy.
Lying there, waiting, Ryan tried to control his panic by looking for a clock somewhere. Somewhere in his field of vision, that was. There was none.
He tried too get some sleep, but he felt far too exposed to relax, and besides, every time he nodded off, one of the nurses seemed to drop something with a bang or do something else to make him wake up.
Many hours later, (or at least it seemed so,) the doctor came back.
"Let's get a look at this then," he said, standing at the end of the bed, where Ryan couldn't see him. He then hitched up the leg of Ryan's trouser in such an unkind way that Ryan, who couldn't see him, and wasn't prepared screamed: "Fuck!"
"Behave yourself!" the doctor yelled harshly. "Hmm, this doesn't look all that good."
He fetched some gauze, a bottle of iodine and a scalpel.
He then cut an incision through the wound in order to get it to open more.
Ryan who hadn't received any kind of anaesthetic couldn't help but to scream. But as he was tied down thoroughly, he couldn't move.
"Why the hell won't you give me some anaesthetic, you bastards!?!"
"If I were you I'd shut up and count my blessings that we agree to treat you after what you did to Officer Jones!" the doctor said with poison, and squeezed the wound like a pimple, making Ryan scream out in pain again, pus oozing out of the wound.
"SHUT UP!" the doctor yelled, "you'll wake our patients!"
Ryan panted, and to his own embarrassment, sobbed; tears in his eyes from the pain.
The doctor applied some iodine to the wound, making it sting and hurt a lot worse than ever before. He then put a Band-Aid on and then left, saying: " I'll have someone come by and get you out of the restraints when I see that you have calmed down and can behave yourself!"
Ryan just sniveled in return, unable to help himself.
About an hour later a guard came by the bed, said: "I'm to take you to Mister Mc Manus now."
He loosened the restraints and put the cuffs on Ryan.
Ryan stood up and felt a sharp pain in his knee, but the guard took a strong hold around his neck and pushed him forward, making him limp towards Mc Manus's office. ***************************************************************************