Patient: I need help from alcohol. I want to be admitted for detox, I'm never drinking again. I'm done.
Me: Okay, we can help you. Let me go get some stuff together so I can start an IV, and I'll be right back.
Two minutes later from all the way down the hallway I hear, "NO! YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT! THAT'S MINE! FUCK ALL YALL THIEVES! I'M OUTTA HERE!"
And he runs past me with a handle of vodka in one hand, tervis tumbler full of vodka in the other hand, out the door and into that good night.