Basically, a guy with mental problems gets booked in. During booking he rams himself in a wall or door and messed up his neck. Story say he was paralyzed..They didn't believe him and chunked him a cell for several days. He died without them noticing he wasn't eating or drinking any of the stuff he was given and they never provided any medical care. (Although he was in the clinic area)
Someone should have noticed something wasn't right and acted even if he did cause his own injury. Story alleges nobody did.
Someone should have noticed something wasn't right and acted even if he did cause his own injury. Story alleges nobody did.
So, inmates stuffed into every corner of a 50 cell block. Sleeping on the floors in the day room, some without matresses, two man cells with 4 people in them. This young man was in cell 21. He had been in the facility for likely 6 weeks at the point I first came into contact with him. He spoke no English. Two others in the cell also spoke no english with one speaking Portuguese and English. The Brazilian relayed to us that the man had not been able to poop since he had been there. 
Hmmm... Dayum! I thought to myself. We advised of what steps to take, fill out the request to staff paper as standard retort for such an item. 
So, I assume there is a further breakdown in communication. The man looks horrible! I can't explain it fully but suffice it to say that you could see fecal matter though his skin and his guts were pushing outward around any area they could escape such as below the ribcage and above the hips. Even his side had lumpy green appearance through skin stretched so tightly that it appeared paper thin. My partner and I decide to take matters into our own hand. We take the poor guy, who can barely walk to the clinic on the 12th floor. We advise both nurse and Dr there of whats up. Again, a blue pill! I object, respectfully but loudly. 
Uh... WT_! OMG! WT_! He would have survived had he received proper treatment in a timely fashion. 
