I walked out of Real Change to plug my parking meter and there was an Indian guy leaning against a tree puking. I didn't think anything of it. Another day in Belltown.
He was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk with his legs out kind of screaming when I came back. There was a handful of Cheeze-it crackers at the base of the tree. I'd seen wrong. He didn't throw up. He'd just spit out his snack. I asked if he was OK.
"My ankle's broken."
Do you want to go to a hospital? I could call an ambulance?
"My brother's coming. He's just in West Seattle. He'll be here in twenty minutes."
Do you want anything while you're waiting?
"Water. I have some Advil."
I got him something from the water cooler and set a folding chair in the middle of the sidewalk. Declining an offer of help he pulled himself up and sat down. I went inside to catch up on book keeping. Staff kept and eye out while he waited.
I was entering deposits when Dana came in. "He's says he's taken four OxyContin."
Shit. No wonder he seemed OK.
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