"Come and sit down for a minute, okay?" Domino coaxed, leading him over to some chairs in a nearby waiting area. It was impossible to get any assured privacy, but at least this wasn't keeping him standing up in a crazy corridor where doctors, nurses, sick people, and worried family members were in a constant stream. "There's no way I can sugarcoat this for you, honey. He's a walking wreck and I think he's powerless to get clean alone. He gets so far, but never quite makes it on the wagon to fall off it. I don't want to lay anything heavy on you, but I think he was hoping you could help him. But if you don't want to, that's okay. This is a lot to take in, and not everyone in this world wants to be saddled with helping a drug addict who seems like a lost cause."

She shook her head. "On paper only. This whole thing is probably just going to sound like it's going from bad to worse, but Spence is a hooker. We both are. In Vegas. We got married so if anything bad ever happened to us, we would be each other's next of kin to be notified. It's a rough-assed business, love. Safety's never a guarantee. He came here to find you, so I followed him, knowing he was a danger to himself. It's only a matter of time something like this happened to him. I'm sorry, I wish I had better news for you, love. I think if he doesn't get help ASAP, he's a dead man walking. He's not just an addict, he's also Positive, and very likely has PTSD after what happened to you. No matter how much he trusts me, I can't always get through to him. But I... I think you might be able to."