I let my hands fall limp and all I felt was the empty feeling where my anger should have been. Again with the name, what a washed-out old nurse, I thought. It's six o'clock. It really wasn't a question. It was strap-down time.
Prison is scary.
I guess, but I don't really know. Not how criminals know it. My wrists are wrapped in canvas and iron straps. My legs are strapped down at the thighs and my ankles are raw from the padded cuffs. Out of this hospital.