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ambulance?”
    I eased her out of the cramped space between the toilet and tub, and laid her on the bathroom floor on her left side, her left arm straight out, with her head resting on her arm. I remembered learning in school that this was the recovery position, and I figured it was better than leaving her crumbled against the wall.
    I sat on her bathroom floor, stroking her hair and praying that she’d be okay. I’d never dealt firsthand with an overdose. I knew people who’d overdosed and died, but others who survived.
    God, please let her survive.
    I finally heard the sirens screaming in the distance, and let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I’d left the door to her apartment open when I got here, so when I heard footsteps and voices, I knew it was the paramedics.
    “In the bathroom!” I yelled.
    Two paramedics came rushing in to the bathroom. One asked a shitload of questions while the other checked Gabby’s vitals.
    What did she take?
    How much did she take?
    Why did she do this?
    Was she trying to kill herself?
    Was she trying to kill herself? Fuck, I sure as hell hoped not!
    “I don’t know how much she took. I found the needle still in her arm and saw the spoon and shit. I’m assuming it’s heroin, but I don’t know for sure. I found her like this.”
    The female paramedic grabbed the needle, spoon, and small baggie, then put them all together in a larger plastic bag. The guy pulled out a syringe from his medical bag and made quick work of injecting something into Gabby’s upper arm.
    “What was that?”
    “It’s Naloxone, but most people call it Narcan. It’s an opiate antagonist and counters the effects of a heroin overdose. Narcan blocks opioids from attaching to the opioid receptors in the brain. When she wakes up, she’ll feel sick. She’s most likely going to want to use again, but she can’t. It’s too high of a risk to have another overdose.”
    “So she’ll be okay? She’s going to wake up?” I asked hopefully.
    “Narcan works on overdoses, especially when the person is still breathing. You found her at a good time.”
    “We still need to get her to the hospital,” the female paramedic explained.
    “I’m coming with her,” I demanded. I was prepared to put up a fight, but they both turned to each other and exchanged a look before finally nodding.
    We all rushed out of the apartment, Gabby on the gurney. When we got in the back of the ambulance, my hand never left hers—I couldn’t let her go. The sirens were blaring as we sped off to the hospital, my heart still in my throat.
    Her head started rolling side to side, and she mumbled something when we were moments from the hospital. It sounded like my name. “Babe, I’m here.”
    Her beautiful hazel eyes struggled to open, and she looked at me. “I’m here,” I repeated.
    “Ryker,” her voice rasped. Her eyes closed again.
     
     
    WHEN WE PULLED up to the hospital, I had to stay in the waiting room. After a few hours, a middle-aged doctor with a thick accent came out; he looked surprised that I was still there.
    “Can I see her?” I asked him.
    He shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry. She’s awake, but she’s in withdrawal, and it’s not pretty. She’s agreed to get treatment, so she’ll leave to a facility soon, and it’s best that she doesn’t see anyone before she goes. Anything can be a trigger at this moment, and she can’t afford to change her mind about getting help. A few more minutes and she would’ve died or had brain damage. It’s all about timing and oxygen with an overdose. She’s lucky.”
    The seriousness of what had happened tonight started to sink in. Gabby could have died.
    It was strange for me to get attached to someone so quickly, but I felt something for Gabby. I didn’t know what it was, but I wanted more of her.
    I wanted to spend nights just listening to her share her stories.
    I wanted to be someone she could trust in the shitty world she lived in.
    I wanted to