Daniel was already on the radio, reporting the situation and requesting medical assistance. As he spoke, his eyes scanned the room, landing on a small table by the couch. Prescription bottles lay scattered across its surface, some open, others overturned. He noted the labels, quickly piecing together a probable cause for the woman’s condition.

“Emily,” Daniel said gently, “do you know if your mommy took any of her medicine today?”

Emily nodded, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “She was really sad, and she said she just wanted to sleep for a while. I didn’t know she was going to get sick.”