One night in my dorm, I threw up brown stuff right in the middle of the floor (found out later it was blood). I couldn’t stand but felt fine if I laid down. Had to crawl to the communal bathroom down the hall. This was maybe 5 am. After leaving the bathroom, still crawling, I asked a passer by to get my roommate to help take me to the infirmary. He went and came back saying my roommate just said I was drunk and he wouldn’t come help me. I literally crawled out of the dorm, down to the bus stop and laid there until I girl I met at orientation helped me onto the bus and to the infirmary. I had lost 60% of my blood and that’s why I couldn’t stand (ulcer). Once the doc saw me, they immediately called an ambulance to send me to the ER. He showed up at the hospital 2 days later looking sheepish, but also brought two other strangers, I guess his new friends, with him. He was supposedly hanging out at a religious student union and was finding god and these were his new friends. We were friends from high school but it ended there.