It wasn’t until things had calmed down a bit and the medics asked her about whether I’d been drinking, and if I was taking any medication, that she walked off for a moment to go inside the house.
In an instant, she was hurrying back towards us with a determined look in her eye and a large plastic bag in her hands.
“This is what he’s taking,” she said, holding out the bag filled with prescription bottles.
Everyone looked down at all the different medications in there, and then just kind of remained silent for a second.
“Which one?” someone asked, finally. “Which of these has he taken today.”
And Joanie, she just looked at the guy for a moment, and then she pointed into the bag.
“Everything,” she said. “Everything in here. This whole bag.”Bleeding Out