Chapter d Cured
“Stop!” she was interrupted by a distant holler traveling from down the hallway. Jim and Maria rushed through, transporting a paper covered gurney toward Iggy’s cell. A high pitched squealing noise sounded each time the gurney’s wheels made a full circle. Jim’s arm held upwards and he made a stop sign gesture. “Don’t do anything!” His hair was jostled and his neck collar was loose. The man was overwhelmed with working, living solely on coffee and sugar. He ran to the barred wall and peered down at the woman, then he exhaled, relieved that she was still alive. He squared his shoulders to Amare. “Why did you put her in there without us present? We’re professionals here!” “I had my orders, already.” Jim’s face glistened bright red. “On this floor, all orders are followed through under su
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