The nurse frowned at me. “You took sleeping pills?”

I nodded. “Yeah, two before bed. It’s been”—I glanced at the digital clock above the ER doors—“about four hours now.”

She shook her head firmly. “That won’t work. Your blood test won’t clear.”

Spreading my hands, I met their stunned, wide-eyed stares and said, with deliberate calm, “Well, I’m sorry. It’s not like I’m shirking responsibility here—I just can’t ...