Roy thought he’d caught a lucky break when he found a push scooter that let him rest his bad leg while pushing with his good one. But he caught a wheel in a street grate last week and went down hard, smashing up his face – two black eyes – and the knee on his good leg. “I knew I should have gone to hospital, but I see a lot of people I know go there and they don’t come back,” says Roy. ” My wife got four shots of something when she went there and they didn’t even try to get her consent, or tell her what she was getting.” Roy is from a Nanaimo First Nation and was staying with his wife in temporary housing at the BC Housing building that used to be Paul’s Motor Inn, but staff don’t want him there anymore. He had no idea where he would sleep that night. “It’s like the people who work in these places really don’t want to see you happy,” he says. “That makes me sad.”