"He's still breathing but it's shallow." Officer Montgomery said as he knelt down beside Tate. "I think we need to call 9-1-1 and get him out of here. He has something going on for sure. He's not responding to pain stimuli or anything at this point. It's almost like he's in a coma." They called over the radio to have an ambulance sent to the jail. All of the other inmates at this point, knew something was going on. Loud voices yelled, echoing throughout the jail. "Hang on, Tate." an inmate yelled from his cell beside Tate's. He had a small mirror and could see just enough of what was going on. He caught a glimpse of Tate laying in the floor. "Don't let them do anything to you, man." Another yelled from across Tates cell. Pretty soon the voices quieted. The paramedics arrived on scene and hauled Tate off on a stretcher out of the building. In the back of the ambulance, Tate was still lifeless. He had an I.V. in one arm and he was also on oxygen. They got him into the emergency room still unresponsive. It was extremely busy and they were short one doctor. One of the nurses took all the information down and went to get the only doctor that was there.
As the nurse approached him, he looked at her disgustedly. "Have you been able to reach any other person to come in and help me? There isn't any way I can handle all of these patients alone."
"No one has answered back and I know that now isn't a good time but we have another one for you. He has been brought in by ambulance from Oran...