It's a classic case of "Does he take sugar?"
Is anyone going to come tonight and if so, who? Later on I go back and meet the Acme manager again who has returned with a female carer. He's still not sure what's happening but his colleague will see us in the morning with more information. I feed the cats and make some dinner for Nick and hang out with him for a while, checking that he feels ok, that the bleeding has stopped and that he's not drinking much. "I'm just having two glasses, with water" he says, and once again I trust him. And once again I turn out to have been an idiot to believe him.