“Glory? Do you need us to come in and take that off you? Glory, you sit up right now.”
“Glory, come on, we have work to do. Come on, knock it off, we have work to do.”
“Glory, come on, wake up, sit up so Frank can come take that off you. And don’t try anything.”
“If you bite him, so help me God.”
“She’s not responding.”
The sound of the cell door opening.
“Slap her.”
The sound of a slap.
“Come on, Glory, we have work to do.”
“Come on, knock it off, we have work to do. Come on, Glory.”
“Oh my GOD. I think she’s dead.”
“Holy fuck, I haven’t had fuckin’ CPR in eleven years.”
“Call the medics.”
“Call the fuckin’ medics.”
“Glory? 1—2—3.”
“Fuck.”
“At approximately 8:10 a.m. in her TQ cell on October 26, 2007, at Grand Valley Institution for Women, in the presence of myself and six other correctional officers, the prisoner asphyxiated herself with a ligature.”