Megan’s POV
Moments later, I heard many footsteps approaching me and a few guards helped me up and then they asked me to sit in the wheelchair. I saw that the pants I was wearing were wet and red with blood.
A guard yelled and ordered two of my cellmates to prepare clean clothes for me. Things were quite chaotic. I just sat quietly in the wheelchair while enduring the pain. I wanted to scream and call my mom, but it was impossible. She was in a distinct part of the prison from me. I could only endure the pain alone. I couldn’t bear this pain any longer.
After my cellmate gave a plastic bag containing clothes to a guard, they hurriedly took me away from there. They took me to a special clinic for prisoners. The city government had deliberately set up special clinics in each prison that were well-equipped so that prisoners didn’t have to be taken to a big hospital as much as possible.
My wheelchair was pushed quickly. Blood continued to flow from my vagina. I stroked my stomach an