You are back in the emergency room. The same ER doctor you saw last time rolls her eyes at you.
She says that the last time she saw blood pressure that low was in a heroin addict.
She asks if you use heroin. You say you don't. You say that you can barely move, and you're scared.
She doesn't believe you. She says you have the look.
She puts you on iv saline and gives you naloxone. You cry.
No one checks up on you until the next morning, at 6am sharp, when your discharge papers are given to you.
You say that you still can't walk. You say that your brain feels like mush.
They say there is nothing wrong with you. They tell you to stop doing drugs. You sign the papers.
You are put into a wheelchair that digs into your spine, and you are unceremoniously wheeled outside.