The guards rushed in, and everyone who was still standing was thrown on the floor to keep me company. The water was turned off, and even the men not participating in the fight got chained. I didn't get any seizures this time, still basking in the rush I felt.
I was grinning on the cold, hard tiles, with my head bleeding and my eye swollen. Furthermore, I was deeply satisfied with me and my ability.
No remorse, no guilt, nothing.
You got what you deserved.
The whole room was searched, and we also got 'body searched' right then and there. I didn't give a fuck and was still feeling too happy that such a little thing could bring me down.
Then we were partly brought to the hospital ward; this time it was another, bigger room, not the fucked-up one I was in until now, and partly back to the cells.
I was in the group that went to the hospital ward, naturally.
When I saw the needle nurse, I winked at her, but I think my eye was too swollen, so she shouldn't be able to tell.
