Carita Bennett turned slowly on her side to check on the groaning man on the other side of her cell. She was not any better than he was but at least she could move unlike him, who was chained to ground in heavy chains. The clasps had rubbed on his skin for so long that they had created a grayish pink looking wound. He had similar wounds on his legs where the other chain tying him to the floor-that he could not stand - was. He fell unconscious three days prior, only coming to for a few minutes and then going under again. He seemed to be running a high fever; he was delirious calling her name repeatedly in his sleep. Carita could do nothing to ease his discomfort, she lay there every day crying. She had tried calling for someone to bring him a doctor but when they came, they only looked at h
