"I don't know!" Liz cried as she ran her hand through her hair. "All I know is that I'm tired all the time, I'm tripping and falling down a lot, and I can't think clearly. I thought it was because I was stressed out and tired, but after last night, I know it has to be something more than that, I just don't know what it is and the doctors can't figure it out."
"So, that would indicate that we need to approach this differently," I said as I thought out loud. "We need to look at this like a fire."
"What are you talking about?" Liz asked as she wiped her face and looked around for her water glass. I grabbed it off of the nightstand next to her bed and handed it to her. She reached out to take it, but it slid through her fingers and spilled down the side of the bed pooling on the floor as she yelled, "Dammit! This is what I'm talking about!"
"Hang on, Liz," I said as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and mopped up the water. "I know it's frustrating, but let's go through what's happened and see if we can't pick out some common details."
"Screw that!" she shouted. "I'm tired of questions I can't answer and accusations that are going to cost me and my best friend our educations!"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused by her outburst.
"Didn't Alex tell you?" she said. "Victoria Metzler and her gang of mean girls has accused Alex and I of cheating on our practice exams and the school has ordered an investigation."
"Yeah, so?" I replied, not following.
"When they do an investigation, they also put a hold on any scholarship or loan money until they figure out what happened," she said wryly. "They don't like throwing good money at bad students."
"So, you've been accused and they've withheld your money?" I asked.
"Exactly, only the problem is that if we don't pay our tuition on time, we get dropped from our classes and can't be reinstated until the next term, which is after graduation," she said. "We're set to graduate at the end of this term so that means we have to wait until next fall!"
"But if you didn't cheat, they should be able to clear you immediately, right?" I said, trying to understand what the problem was.
"We didn't cheat, but Violet hates us and she has pull with the department head and the nursing internship supervisor, who both have to be character witnesses for the investigation," she said, hitting the bed with the palm of her hand to underscore the problem. "Neither one of us cheated, but we have no way of proving that beyond a shadow of a doubt, and the program doesn't want to lose the donation that Violet's dad made to the school. She wants us out, she gets what she wants."
"That's a shitty thing to do," I said, shaking my head.
"Yeah, well, have you met Violet Metzler?" she asked sarcastically. "She's shitty human being."
"Indeed," I said, thinking about how this shed new light on my contract with Richard Metzler and suddenly understanding Alex's hesitation when I told her about it. "So, what if we find a work around?"
"How in the hell are we going to find a work around for this?" Liz asked with an exasperated sigh. "It's not like Alex and I are millionaires who can finance our own educations. If that were the case, neither one of us would be worked up about this, you know?"
"No, but I think I have an idea," I said, rubbing my chin as I wondered how I was going to make it all work without Alex finding out.
"What are you going to do? Pay the bills, Mr. Big Shot?" Liz shot back as she rolled her eyes.
"In fact, I am," I said, still thinking about how all of this was either going to work spectacularly well or blow up in my face. "Don't tell Alex, though, okay?"
"Dude, I'm not saying a word," she said, shaking her head. "But if she finds out, you're going to be answering to her in a way that...well, just don't let her find out."
"Look, I'll front the money and when the scholarships come in, you can pay me back," I said as I pulled out my phone and started transferring money to the account I used for personal business. "Is there anything else that needs to be paid besides tuition?"
"Alex's rent," Liz said. "Don't tell her I told you, but her landlord is a stickler, and one late rent payment means she'll be served an eviction notice. It was part of her lease agreement because Mr. Deaver had had too many college students flaking out on rent. But like I said, do not tell her I told you. She'd kill me."
"I'm not saying a word," I agreed. "Don't you, either."
"Scout's honor," Liz said, holding up three fingers and giving me a solemn nod. "Or however that goes."
"Quick, give me the numbers," I said as I dug in the nightstand and found a pen and a pad of paper. Liz quickly scribbled the numbers on the sheet and gave me Alex's landlord's address before handing the paper over.
"I hope you know what you're doing, dude," she said with a lopsided grin. "You have no idea how mad Alex will be if she finds out."
"Finds out what?" Alex asked as she walked into the room with a tray full of food and drinks.
"Finds out I've been mainlining heroin here in this very room," Liz quickly shot back.
"Don't be smart with me, Banks," Alex said. There was an edge in her voice that hadn't been there before she'd left the room, and I wondered what she'd done besides get snacks while she was gone.