[To be honest, Marta was feeling worse than shit. She'd woken up in the hospital, freaked out and coming off an overdose, not understanding where she was or what was going on (or even, in some moments, who she was). It had taken a while for her confusion to calm enough to follow what the doctors and nurses were telling her, and that was when the social worker came to see her.
They could say that she was given a choice, but in her mind (when it was clear enough), there didn't seem to be much of a choice between prison and rehab. There was a place? For girls like her? She couldn't recall anymore what she'd been told, but she knew she'd signed some papers and then she was moved.
A day into her stay, the withdrawal had started. The facility was lenient about some things, and black-and-white about others, so there wasn't anything at first to mitigate the come-down. She... couldn't remember a lot of that first day. Most of it. Her new roommate told her afterwards that she'd hit the ground shaking, and the nurses had come in. All she had to show for it was a scrape on her cheek where she'd grazed the edge of her bed on the way down.
By a few days in, she was hard into the worst part of it (so she'd been told by... someone), tremors in her hands, shivering even though she was sweating, her head feeling like it was about to crack open. But in the middle of it, she was told that she could make one (observed) phone call. It took a while for her to decide, but she only really knew how to get a hold of one person.
The call comes late morning to the ranger station, and caller ID shows it as
Aurora Village.]
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