4:48 AM
Nurse Abby Starly, supposed to clock in every morning at 8 AM, was found dead in the south-east back hallway, outside the maintenance room, reaching toward the common room, wearing the same scrubs from the day before, as if she never left.
She lay frozen on her left side, her left arm twisted painfully back and broken at the forearm beneath her. Her right arm hung frozen out in front and above her, as if reaching for the wall. She had twisted herself at the torso, leading one to believe she had fought to get away until she could move no more. Blood stained the white tiles in long streaks from her fingers. Her eyes stared blankly, wide open in horror, her mouth open in a twisted silent scream of agony.
Five syringes, the plungers down, protruded from the right side of her neck along the jugular as if quills inflicted by a porcupine. One, jammed in from the back, pierced fully through the skin like a safety pin waiting to be closed. Two others sat just beneath the skin, one pointed up and the other down, also from the back, twisting her skin grotesquely. Another sat firm at the vein, and one jabbed into her, as if plunged like a knife from the front just above the collar bone. Another syringe lay on the floor, its angry needle bloody as if Abby had ripped it from her before twisting to try and pull herself away, further toward the staff lounge.
Other notable wounds are bruises at her wrists, most pronounced on her broken left arm. Finger-shaped bruises also faintly showed on her right bicep, deep scratches on her forearm. The angry red streak along the back of her neck hints to a thin chain having been wrenched from her.
The grisly scene was stumbled upon by 29 year old resident, a recovering cocaine addict, Shyly Parly. She is one of four remaining patients that no other facility will agree to house...
