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9 December 2013 The Captain allowed us fifteen minutes with him, still in intensive care secret room and still shackled to the bed. His eyes were open and I immediately started pulling back covers and checking him over. Red splotches on his scalp, hair is matted and tangled badly, bruises, but I do not see any broken bones or lacerations. He can not speak, temperature down to 101, no movement on left side. I ask for the floor doctor and he came in, they have done another MRI, he has a spot on his brain but they don't know what it is or why it's there, lumbar puncture didn't show anything. He is receiving antibiotics and anti-seizure meds. I try to hold it together while with him, he looks at me for help and I can't help. My heart feels like it is going to leave my body. Fifteen minutes are up, we have to leave. I get out of the room but can't make it down the hall, my legs are like jelly and I can't get my breath. Here we were back in the same damn parking lot with a massive feeling of helplessness and heartache. Home again to the darkness of a mother without access to her child. Call the Captain on the 10th, nope can't see him today call me tomorrow. I ask is Trey better, Capt says he has no idea. Click. My mind would not function. Forgot to sleep, eat, had to make myself breathe. Call Capt. next day(11th) and he agreed to let us see Trey. Always an leo waiting to escort us to intensive care and sit beside my shackled to the bed, to sick to move son. He was trying to say Moma, he couldn't get the last syllable out. Tears falling from all three of us. I could see my son in that body again. No floor doctor available tonight. No movement on left side, temperature down to 100, I noticed fluids hanging on the IV pole. I am beginning to start looking and reading anything in his room for info. He can squeeze my hand with his right hand. Fifteen minutes are up and back to that parking lot where I can look at the building knowing my precious gift from God is sick and scared beyond measure and I can't help him at all. Call Capt the next day(12th), no we can't see him. People are beginning to notice that his father and I, we've been divorced since 2003, are together a lot and neither of us have much to say to anyone else. We decide to tell some very close family members. They understand that they are not to call or try to see him, very difficult for his grandmother and aunt. I am a broken and deeply depressed person with only one thing in my life,for my son to get better. What happened, how did this happen, one question after another floods my mind and I am unable to function, bills unpaid, appointments not kept, just don't care about anything but Trey's well being. Call the Capt. we can see him today(13th). Same routine, meet the leo in the lobby and follow him. Trey can speak slowly, no movement on the left side, temperature normal, headaches, beginning some oral fluids, removed some life support apparatus and will be stepped down to another secret room. I am so very happy that he is able to communicate. He is beginning to remember what happen but is weary of the leo that's with us. Fifteen minutes are up, we have to leave. Made it down the hall and to the car before the wave took over. It takes as much time to get straightened out after seeing him as I get to spend with him. Home to the darkness and questions, but I am breathing. Call the Capt. on the 14th, nope can't see him. Another day of worry and questions, my brain does not want to think but I can't help it. I am wishing my life away every other day. Call the Capt(15th) yes we can see him. He is in a different secret room. His color is better, he is moving his fingers on the left side, he is eating soft foods, I am elated. I ask the guard if I could comb his hair and cut his nails, No. Trey says he has been sick since Thursday(5th). High fever and diarrhea, he remembers laying on the floor because it was cooler and urinating in his pants, he was to sick to sit up. The leos strapped him to a chair with wheels, naked, push him to the shower and put soap in his hand, he was unable to use the soap so they just hosed him off, put clean suit on him and back in the cell alone. Friday(6th) He's back on the floor where it's cooler and they just leave him. These leo's have to check each cell at least once an hour. Saturday(7th) morning all he remembers is hearing a leo tell the nurse "If you don't call them I will" and he knew he was dying. Fifteen minutes are up, have to leave. Back to the bad place(parking lot) Why, would any one human let another lay there that sick and do nothing? My mind is racing, my brain has went from not functioning to overdrive. How do I process this information, that seems unimaginable. So very thankful that he is better. Call the Capt.(16th) can't see Trey, he will be released tomorrow, back to jail. I can't book a visit til he is back in jail and they have to have twenty-four hours notice. I will not see him the day he leaves the hospital. Call the Capt today(17th), we can see him, he will be there til tomorrow(18th). When we see him he is up walking, still can't use his left side from shoulder down to fingers, left leg drags and he is covered in a rash all over. They give him a pneumonia vaccine and he was allergic to it. Still can't use a comb or nail clippers. I had called ahead and had pastoral care get a healthcare power of attorney ready and call when we were on the way. They came in and got that took care of. Now I can get his medical records. He will be leaving tomorrow. When I ask leo about his condition he said Trey was detoxing (detoxing DOES NOT cause fever). Trey says he will call home as soon as he can tomorrow. I am so angry, happy, sad, joyful, worried and relieved. Thank God he is better but why would they let this happen. Trey is transported back to jail on December 18th, 2013