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And he says, you don't need it.

And I say, no, I want my purse.

And sick picks it up and he says, I'll take it.

I have another moment of panic thinking if the paramedic asks me for my insurance card.

Sick is going to open my purse and he's going to see that baggie in there with the pills in it and he's going to get rid of it.

So they load me into the ambulance and Sick gets into the ambulance with us.

I just keep thinking if I can get this paramedic to just make eye contact with me, he'll see in my eyes that I'm afraid and I don't want Sick here.

So we get to the hospital and the whole time Sick is holding my purse.

Finally, we get up to labor and delivery and he sets it down on the counter in the room.

She's right there the whole time, right next to my bed, helping them move me from stretcher to bed and talking to the doctor about their medical training and where they've both worked.

And he's that normal person that everybody likes in that room.

Finally, he goes into the bathroom and

And I whispered to the nurse to make him leave.

I could just see the color drain out of her face.

She looked at me and she whispered back, are you okay?

And I said, no.

A couple of minutes later, the charge nurse came in and got sick and said that she wanted to show him the father's lounge.

And she took him out.

And then the nurse and the doctor came and asked me what was going on.

And I said, I swear I'm not crazy, but I think he poisoned me.