The San Arijillo Hospital staff was awaiting the ambulances arrival. Once there, iv's were immediately places into his arms and antibiotics were carefully given to him orally. Glaring up into the ceiling, still catatonic and dazed, the lights seemed to sting his skin, becoming blurs. For his condition, he was placed in ourr critical isolation wing, ensuring his safety and others, unsure of how he'd react once conscious.
Five hours later, he snapped out of his catatonic state screaming, as if awakening from a bad dream. In the mist of his apparent agony, he mentioned a woman named Krissy and something about it not being his fault and that he was sorry. Two doctors ran into the room to calm him down, but before they could get to him, he had already started ripping out the iv's in his arms and was punching the padded walls. The fiber glassed mirror never stood a chance.
It seems as if Jamaal is very strong; it took four men to restrain him so we could give him the "calm down" shot. He was rebellious at first, spitting in peoples faces, trying to get loose. Once the fluid circulated through his blood stream, he became calm and broke down crying, hyperventilating. I held him in my arms as if he were a newborn baby, assuring him that everything was okay.
With brown bags under his eyes, blood shot and glazed, he reached for my face and carressed it with his swollen bloody hands. Jamaal went to say something but all he could manage to say was that he was sorry.
..he seemed sincere.
1:26 p.m. - 2010-07-13
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