You asked if I could give you more oxycodone. I told you I could not.
You said you felt scared. I reminded you how far you had come. Rehab would continue your methadone and help you get stronger.
You told me you had been to many programs before. They all promised the same things, and nothing ever changed. I said maybe this time could be different. They would help you find a primary care doctor and follow up on your lymph node biopsy.
You said you had no money. I told you we would provide a set of clothes. We arranged a taxi to take you to the rehab. A flicker passed through your eyes, so briefly I wondered if I had imagined it.
I reassured you that you were doing the right thing, one step at a time.
You said you would give it a try. After a pause, you asked if you could take a shower before you left. I told you that would be fine. You gave me a faint smile.
I stepped out and signed the discharge summary.
Later, the nurse paged me.
You had left the taxi and taken the bus instead.
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