Holding his stomach with one arm he tried to turn himself over to ease the suffering. His leg slipped over the edge of the mattress, causing his weight to shift. He slid off the bed and hit the floor head first with an almighty thud. Screaming in pain and struggling to move, the only thing he could do was lie there and wish the pain would go away. The excruciating agony was too much for him to handle, all he could see was a damp puddle on the floor beneath his face from the sweat and tears brought on by whatever it was that hurt him. Joe took a deep breath and with all the energy he had, called for help. ‘Please, somebody help me.’ He shouted further between the contractions of pain, ‘Is anybody there?’ To Joe, it felt like hours before somebody came into his room. As the door opened, he heard a panicked voice. ‘What are you doing down there?’ It was the Matron, she was obviously on the night shift looking after the sleeping inmates and their ailments.
