Gurin heard the screams and ran back into the cell. He looked at the scene in front of him. Four male nurses were trying to restrain Jaak. He had somehow freed one hand from his restraint, one nurse had his hands around Jaak’s forehead pulling him back onto the bed. Jaak was foaming at the mouth, his teeth clamped together in an insane grin, his body shaking furiously. A second nurse managed to force his teeth apart and wedge a piece of leather into Jaak’s mouth.
The remaining nurses wrestled Jaak’s arms back and tightened the restraints. Then the four nurses relaxed their grip on him and sat back, sweating from the exertion. Jaak lay writhing on the bed, his body arching into positions that looked as if his bones would snap.
‘What’s wrong with him?’ Gurin shouted.
‘He is going into shock,’ one nurse shouted angrily at him. ’You gave him too much fucking Cocaine.’