CORPORAL VINNIE AND A JUNIOR GUARD conducted the visitation decorum the next day — they approached the Black nurse who was on duty in the prison's infirmary.

Vinnie's broken nose was still bandaged in Band-Aid after the Preacher's head-butted her in the auditorium a month ago. She too had a weekend appointment for her plastic surgery soon.

Vinnie looked into the file that she carried with authority...

"How is the patient C-05-233, Nurse — that fat gal-boy found 'flat-weeded' at the yard's gashouse yesterday?"

Nurse Giselle responded by looking at her own records on the computer...

"He is recovering from the bruises on both face and ribs."

"No broken ribs — or any injuries to his private part?" The nanus inquired while looking up at the taller nurse.

"No, nothing of such — 'over' there."

Corporal Vinnie glanced and closed her file and looked up again at the nurse. "Well he should be up on his feet after a day in bed here, coz he is in Head Nurse Heller's schedule list for the day after. Load him with all your pain killers, Nurse — and you get him up and running ASAP...

"Now where is he, I need to tag my 'shot' report?"

Giselle pointed at a bunk at the far end where Joe was on analgesic — he was blemished with black eyes and broken lips, quiescence asleep with his wrist fastened onto the bedside — among a row of other sick prisoners.

Vinnie stepped up, and used her rotang cane and bastinadoed the bare soles of Joe's feet, with a single whip...

The cuffed red-haired boy sat up with a loud yelp — the Evil-midget yelled out even louder — she mauled him in front of the other petrified patients...

"Hey, you. fat-shit, what happened out there? Who the fuck did you 'fop-fops' with?"

She needed an answer to fill the blank-lines on her report-work.

"I-I fell from the stairs, Boss!" Joe prevaricated immediately — Nurse Gisele came running to his side when she heard the shouting Vinnie.

"You lying faggot! What fucking stairs? They found you messed up, near the urinal in the yard. Tell me now, who 'cut that knot' on you?"

"I fell and hurt myself, Sir."

Joe 'held his mud' with contusions — without the imperil thought of ratting out his attacker who happened to be his closest friend — at least one time ago, when they were of best-friends while growing up in the same IIRC institution in Ohio.

It was also not the first time he got a black-eye — for interfering into Reeves' personal life.

"If you fucking 'Peckerwood herbs' wanna form your own Aryan gangs, that is fine by me — but no fucking 'blood-in-blood-out, throw-downs' on my watch — and then, messing up my milking-schedule!

"Hey you fat-fairy, I will personally see you again at the auditorium soon — you better 'drop the dime' and 'blow up the spot' on who trashed your flabby ass — do you understand!!?"

The enraged nanus then stormed out of the door fast with her tall "New Jack' guard tagging behind, keeping up to the pace.