McKenzey was deep into the novel and getting a thorough understanding of what it is that Justin had been doing in an effort to get him out of jail. Lucas McKenzey was proud of Justin and could not wait to team up with him to exact revenge on the The Bezels. He was on page 93 of 102 pages and began to read the chapter titled: How we will get you out.
“Medication!” a masculine nurse’s voice yelled across the tier. It was that time to get high, McKenzey thought and smiled. He had been prescribed Abilify to help control his sleep and bouts with emotional stress. He was also given a twice daily dose of insulin for his diabetes, which no doubt came from years of his high alcohol intake.
There was a light knock on his cell door. “McKenzey, insulin and medication.”
“Sure, I’m all ready to be poked.”
“I bet you are,” the nurse shot back. “I have read news accounts of you wearing women panties. I’d say that you liked to be poked. No love it!”
The CO escort that tagged along with the nurse said, “McKenzey, you’re a rump wrangler?”
“Your mother is a rump wrangler!” McKenzey shot back as the food trap door opened. He stuck his arm out. and the nurse wiped his arm with an alcohol pad. “She’s one ol’ booty bandit. Probably you are too.”
“Oh, McKenzey please,” the CO said as the nurse shot the liquid into McKenzey’s arm.
“There you go,” the nurse said and slapped a band aid on the inmate’s arm.
“You’re always talking shit. I still have connections,” McKenzey said. “It’ll be no problem to have you arrested for a murder that you did not commit and held for two years.”
“Your chances of doing that are as strong as another earthquake shaking Philadelphia, asshole. Don’t threaten me!”
“What are you going to do? Have me placed in confinement. News flash, I am there, homo,” McKenzey said. “You do not,” he grabbed his heart and winced in pain. McKenzey then slammed into the wall in his cell before he slid down to the floor.
“McKenzey,” the nurse called out.
He didn’t reply. Eyes closed shut and tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“McKenzey,” the nurse called out again and looked at the CO.
The CO grabbed his walkie talkie and yelled into it, “Medical emergency 8 south. Medical emergency 8 south.”
“We have to open the door now,” the nurse said.
“No, I have to wait for back up,” the CO replied.
“We just watched a man pass out before our eyes. Get me in there now.”
The SHU Lieutenant and other officers raced down the tier toward the nurse and CO. Other nurses and medical staff rushed in behind him.
“LT we have to get in there. He was standing at the door and passed out. His head and body slammed against the wall and he shook a tad and then stopped. We have to get in there ASAP,” the nurse yelled.
The lieutenant grabbed his walkie talkie and said, “Open 809 South. Open 809 South.”
Seconds later the prison control center had opened McKenzey’s cell door. The nurse and three CO’s rushed into the cramped quarters.
“He has no pulse and his turning blue. We have to get him to the hospital immediately,” the nurse said and continued to feel around McKenzey’s arm for a pulse.
The lieutenant panicked and touched McKenzey’s neck. “Are you sure?” he asked while searching. “Get an ambulance up here. We have to get him to Jefferson now!”