I just came back from the hospital. He thanked me for saving his life, but he's still in denial about what pills caused his overdose.
He's on an anti seizure medication, which he's currently blaming for the overdose. He promised it would never happen again, but we've been through similar (just not as dramatic as last night) over a dozen times in the last month.
I honestly don't know if I have it in me to go through this with him again now or in the future.
I'm leaving our living room as trashed as it was when the EMTs came, as they had to move our furniture to save his life. I would normally clean it up, but I'm leaving for when he gets home.