They go sick a lot. Everything comes down to staff numbers. When the numbers are low, the prisoners are locked up all day. Twinn rotates the lock-up wing by wing so that at least one wing should be open on any given day. It is not ideal, but it is all he can do.
Money is tight and it is getting tighter every year.
In the health care centre a cheerful nurse talks about her discussion groups and art therapy groups. The centre is an obvious improvement on the old days when F Wing, the hospital wing, was a byword for maltreatment and neglect. But still, in the dimly lit wards, men lie listless, with a terrible air of dejection and hopelessness about them. If you are in prison, do all you can not to fall sick. We turn into a short corridor.