“She was in our Ecstasy,” she announced, and rushed over to the drawer. She held up the packet for Marcy to see.
“You? You took Ecstasy now? Why now? You’re supposed to take it when you go out, stupid, not when you’re going to sleep. Oh, pickles,” she moaned. “When did you take it? How many?”
Claudia had emptied the packet onto her bed and counted the pills. “She took two,” she declared.
“When, Kaylee?” Marcy shook me, but that only made me laugh.
“You’re tickling me,” I said.
“Where’s her robe?”
Claudia found it, and they got me into it. Claudia opened the door slightly again and looked back at us. Marcy had her arm firmly around my waist. Claudia nodded, and they both rushed me out and to the bathroom. Once there, Marcy brought me to a toilet and then stuck her fingers in my mouth. I gagged and wiggled to get free, but they were both holding on to me now, and Marcy pinched my face with her fingers and the thumb of her left hand so that I kept my mouth open while she pressed the fingers of her right hand over my tongue. I gagged and struggled, but she kept it up until I started to vomit. Vomiting made me vomit more and more, until I practically collapsed on the floor.
“You idiot,” Marcy said. “Why did you do this? You could have gotten us all in big trouble, Kaylee. We don’t do that in the dorm. The Iron Lady would throw us out for sure.”
I wasn’t listening now. I was feeling sick and even chilly. Claudia checked the hallways again, and they practically carried me back to our room and got me into bed. My skin felt like it was on fire. I tried to get up, but they held me down.
“You’re going to feel like hell tomorrow,” Marcy predicted when I started to laugh again. She made me drink some water, and then they loosened their grips on me, but sat beside me on my bed.
“What should we do?” Claudia asked.
“What do you think? We’ll take turns keeping her in bed. Two of those aren’t that much.”
“According to Rob, that is. He’s not exactly a good source of information, Marcy.”
“Let’s hope he is this time,” she said.
I listened to them both, moving my head from one to the other in short, exaggerated motions that eventually made them both laugh.
“How are we going to keep her quiet?” Claudia asked.
“I could lie over her,” Marcy facetiously suggested, “and smother her.”
Suddenly, I felt achy and tired and closed my eyes. My body relaxed.
“The vomiting helped,” I heard Claudia say.
“I’ll go get out of my clothes and come back,” Marcy told her. “Stay right beside her.”
I had short stabs of energy for a while and laughed, but then my head began to ache, and I closed my eyes.
“Watch the window,” I told Claudia. “He’s out there.”
“Who?”
“Secrets,” I said. Then I laughed, closed my eyes, and drifted off, but not for long. Marcy was back when I woke again and sat next to me for a while before lying down beside me. Claudia went to the bathroom, returned, and got into her pajamas, too. The three of us eventually all fell asleep on my bed, Claudia sprawled across the bottom and Marcy curled up at my side. Sometime during the night, Claudia went to sleep in her own bed. I woke many times, but I did not get up. I couldn’t remember why Marcy was there, but I chose to fall back asleep rather than think about it.
When I woke again, Marcy was dressed in jeans and a school sweater, sipping a cup of coffee and looking down at me. Claudia was still asleep.
“Here,” Marcy said. “Drink a little of this.”
I groaned, sat up, and sipped. I thought it tasted putrid.
“This is going to feel like the worst day of your life,” she predicted.
I shook my head. “I’ve already had that day,” I said.
But she was right. My mood swings went from episodes of energy to dark depression. I had no appetite and ate a minuscule amount for breakfast. Once Claudia was up, she and Marcy took turns watching me take short naps and then keeping me from going out to run across campus every time I threatened to do so. I felt that energetic at times. Finally, late in the afternoon, I began to settle down.