"Hey, wake up, you worthless wretch!" the guard barked, rattling the bars of the cell with his baton. When the man failed to respond, the guard's expression darkened, and he unlocked the cell door with a heavy clank.
Entering the cell, the guard nudged the man with the toe of his boot, but there was no response. The man remained still, his body limp and inert. Frowning, the guard muttered a curse under his breath.
"Fuck!!"
The guard swiftly reached for his walkie-talkie, his hands trembling slightly as he relayed the urgent message to the person on the other end.
"We've got a situation here," he spoke into the device, his voice edged with urgency. "Inmate down in Cell Block C, requesting immediate backup and medical assistance."