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get to know her.
    I wanted her to know me.
    Now I might never see her again.
    I knew it was better that she went and got help. I’d never cared enough about someone to want to be included in their happiness, and after only one night I couldn’t be sure things would work out…but I had wanted the chance to try.

 
     
    “RYKER...” I BREATHED, my dream of his gold and blue eyes fading.
    My body hurt.
    Every bone and muscle ached, even my skin and hair. My stomach gurgled, and bile pooled at the base of my throat. Goosebumps covered my flesh while bursts of heat waved through me. My eyes could barely open as if they were taped down to the tops of my cheeks. It was excruciating.
    I tried to raise my arm, but I only managed to lift it an inch. A steady hum and beeping sound…the faint noise too much for my pounding head. An overwhelming odor of antiseptic flooded my senses, making me dizzy.
    Awareness trickled in.
    I was in a hospital.
    “Miss Carter? Can you hear me?” a deep voice with a heavy accent asked.
    I didn’t want to open my eyes and face this man. I knew he was my doctor and as soon as I was awake the questions would start.
    I racked my brain, searching for my last memory. I swore I saw Ryker’s face, looming over mine and telling me that everything would be okay. But, what would be okay? What had happened? I continued searching the catalog of my memories until I knew. I remembered the bright light and the darkness. I remembered the freedom and escaping the pain.
    I must have overdosed.
    The heroin was too strong.
    I finally braved the inevitable questions and opened my eyes. I stared at the IV attached to my left hand, before looking up. The doctor stood before me holding my chart, a practiced look of compassion on his face.
    “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked, his accent thick.
    We both knew why I was here—I was a damn junkie who had overdosed. I looked away from him before answering.
    “Yep,” I said shortly, completely emotionless.
    “Are you aware that there was a combination of heroin, fentanyl, and cocaine in your system?”
    “Nope.” But that would explain the crazy rush I’d had and why I’d overdosed.
    “Was your overdose accidental?” he questioned.
    That caught my attention. I cut my eyes back to him and shot him a nasty glare. I didn’t answer, hoping he’d take a hint and shut up. As many times as I had contemplated suicide, I’d never once acted on it. I got high, and used to cut myself to release the pain building inside me, but never with the intention of killing myself.
    “You’re safe here, Miss. Carter. You can talk to me,” he pressed.
    When I didn’t answer him, he continued, “It’s obvious by the scarring on your veins that tonight wasn’t your first time injecting drugs. Also, the scars from where you cut yourself lead us to believe you are suicidal.” Sympathy leaked into his words. “My staff and I have deemed you a danger to yourself, and we believe that if you walk out of here, you’ll do it again. It’s my medical opinion that you should seek help. I can get you settled in a reputable rehab program if you agree to go. Or, we can issue a Section 35 or Section 12 which will force you into a program with or without your consent.”
    “What’s a Section 35 or 12?”
    “A Section 35 would send you to rehab for thirty days. A Section 12 would send you to a psyche ward for a select amount of days.”
    My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe this guy. I was an adult. Could he even do that? Who knew...but I wasn't sure what would happen if I called his bluff. I stared at him for a while, thinking of my options. My eyes darted to the door. I wanted to jump out of this bed and sprint past him to the nearest drug dealer. I felt like shit.
    “I’d go with option one and do this the easy way, Gabby,” he said, seeming to read my mind.
    “Can I have a moment to myself?” I snapped. “I need to think.”
    “Of course. I’ll be right in the hallway,