Prisoner

I took care of a prisoner. It was strange closing the door on the room expecting complete privacy for the patient so you could care for her, but uncomfortable that this time two guards were watching your every move and not allowing any privacy. It was awkward waiting for the handcuffs to be removed and replaced anytime you wanted to help her walk or go to the bathroom. I couldn't help but feel she was a nice person, or at least polite and cooperative with me, even though she was a criminal that had landed herself in jail. I felt stupid when the guards stopped me from handing her the phone as her husband had called; I didn't realize that even the right to talk to loved ones was taken away in some respect.

I hope she felt that I cared for her as a human being who needed my aid, and not as a criminal.