2. Glucagon
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Mitzi heard the thud from the hallway. She had been waiting the last eight minutes to use the
bathroom, but not to pee. Jacque had scored an eight ball and the two of them were biding their
time until it was their turn to blast off by sticking their tongues down each otherâs throat when
the bathroom door shook like bass drum.
âYou hear something?â Mitzi said pulling away and straining her ears to focus above the music
that pulsed throughout the house.
âAuditory hallucinations,â Jacque said hoping to resume the course, âyouâre just stoned.â
âGo tug it yourself, Jacque. It sounded like someone fell in there.â
Mitzi knocked on the door. âHey, you OK in there?â No answer. She put her ear to the door.
Nothing.
âYouâre just being paranoid,â Jacque said in a condescending tone, âthat was some serious
chronic we smoked.â
âGo get Josh,â Mitzi said, âitâs his house maybe he has a key.â
âWhere the hell am I supposed to find him?â
âFigure it out, Jacque. Someone could be hurt in there.â
Jacque leaned against the wall with body language Mitzi took to be defiant. âI found him,â he
said just as Josh emerged from around the corner and turned into the hallway.
âYou guys seen Larissa?â Josh said with modest hint of concern on his face, âWe were talking
and she just darted off.â
3. âShe the chick who passed out in the bathroom?â Jacque said, a flippant question that upgraded
Joshâs level of concern from modest to immediate.
âWhat?â
âWe donât know for sure,â Mitzi interjected while shooting Jacque a look of disgust, âbut we
heard something. Like someone fell.â
âJesus,â Josh reached for the door knob and turned it without avail. âLarissa! Are you OK?â
âItâs locked,â Mitzi said, âyou got a key?â
âYou guys are totally overreacting,â Jacque said just as Josh pulled back his foot and kicked the
door open. A body lay face down on the tiled floor.
âLarissa!â yelled Josh as he pushed his way into the confined bathroom and knelt by her side.
âIs she OK?â Mitzi asked leaning over Josh to get a better look.
âDid she O.D.?â Jacque said from the hall.
âNo way,â Josh snapped, âshe couldnât have. She doesnât drink. She doesnât do anything.â
Josh rolled Larissaâs body onto her back and listened for a sign of life.
âThatâs how these quiet ones are,â said Jacque, âone minute theyâre squeaky clean prom queens,
the next theyâre turning tricks in the John.â
âFuck off, Jacque,â Mitzi snapped, âhow many times have you passed out in a bathroom? Have a
little compassion. Prick.â
âSheâs breathing,â Josh said.
âWe should call 9-1-1,â Mitzi suggested.
âNo,â Josh snapped, âmy parents will find out I threw a party. Theyâll kill me.â
Jacque chuckled, âAh, the voice of self-preservation.â
4. âJosh, what if sheâs hurt? She could need a doctor.â Mitzi said.
âSheâs not hurt. Sheâs just passed out. Iâll wait here with her until she wakes up,â Josh sounded
like he was trying the convince himself of a desirable truth. âItâll be OK.â
âDude, I wouldnât count on hittinâ that tonight,â Jacque said prompting Mitzi to shoot him
another look.
âWe were just talking.â Josh couldnât help the defensive tone.
âI saw you two in the kitchen,â Jacque said, âseemed pretty close. Kinda like now.â
Josh looked down and realized he was stroking Larissaâs hair. Her body began to convulse, led
by her legs which shook her torso across the floor like a fish out of water.
âSheâs having a seizure,â Mitzi said in a reasonably calm voice as Josh turned two shades whiter.
âHold her so she doesnât hurt herself.â
Josh tried to corral Larisaâs body to safety, but by the time he secured his grip the spell had
subsided. Larissa seemed shaken, no longer at peace. A white liquid discharged from her mouth.
She looked dead. Jacque stepped over the trio on the floor and stuck his head in the toilet then
hurled the contents of his stomach in the porcelain below.
âIâm calling an ambulance,â Mitzi said pulling out her cell. Josh knew she was right and
imagined what heâd tell his parents when they returned from their European excursion. The rest
of his high school life flashed before his eyes. A life heâd undoubtedly spend grounded, whose
Friday nights would be spent in this very same bathroom jerking off to whatever free porn his
smart phone could deliver. Then he looked down at Larissa and became overwrought with guilt
and silently chastised himself for being so selfish. Something was wrong. She needed help. Real
help. End of story. Then he saw the contents of Larissaâs spilled purse. The glint of the bathroom
5. light bounced off the shiny tip of a hypodermic needle that lay on the floor next to a compact
package of Altoids. He reached for the needle.
âWhatâs that for?â Mitzi asked as Josh held the needle and examined it.
âI told you these honor roll kids have a dark side,â Jacque said spiting remnants of his vomit into
the toilet then wiping the excess with his sleeve.
âFuck off, Jacque,â the scorn in Mitziâs voice had risen in intensity.
âIt canât be,â Josh mumbled in bewilderment, âthis doesnât make sense. Why would she do this?
Sheâs smart. Sheâs nice.â
âShe fooled you,â said Jacque, âwelcome to the dark side. At least see what sheâs holding. Donât
look like itâs gonna do her any good.â
Mitzi emptied the contents of the purse onto the floor and discovered the usual: breath mints, lip
gloss, a spare tampon in a discreet package and a small vile of clear liquid which she picked up
and held to the light.
âWhat is it?â Josh asked.
âGlucagon.â
âDude, thatâs good stuff,â said Jacque, âI got dibbs.â
âBack off, moron,â Mitzi shot back.
âGlucagon is for diabetics,â Josh said snatching the vile from Mitzi.
âHow do you know?â
âMy older brother is a nurse,â said Josh, âhe used to walk around the house mumbling the names
of drugs and what they were prescribed for. Kind of like mental flash cards. This is like a last
resort after a crash.â
6. âOK, so how much do we give her?â Mitzi said snatching the vile back from Josh, âItâs gotta
have a dosage on the bottle.â
âIt doesnât,â Josh said.
âWell, are you sure thatâs what the stuff is for?â Mitzi asked.
âYeah, I mean pretty sure.â
âJesus, Josh. Pretty sure means you might kill her.â
âWell, what the hell do you think we should do?â Josh snapped.
âCall her parents,â Mitzi said, âtheyâre number must be in her phone.â
âAnd tell them what? Hi Mr. and Mrs. Timlin. Your daughter overdosed on my bathroom floor?â
âAlright, check it,â Jacque said staring into his cell, âI got the scoop on Wikipedia. Glucagon, a
peptide hormone secreted by the pancreas, raises blood glucose levels. Its effect is opposite that
of insulin, which lowers blood glucose levels. An injectable form of glucagon is vital first aid in
cases of severe hypoglycemia when the victim is unconscious or for other reasons cannot take
glucose orally. Dude, it looks like Joshâs bro had this right.â
âSo how much do we give?â Josh said as he prepared to draw the glucagon into the needle.
âYou sure you wanna trust Wikipedia, dude? I mean this not a reliable source of-â
âGimme the phone, Jacque!â Mitzi snatched the phone from Jacqueâs hand and examined it
herself.
âInjection...injection...injection. Ok here it is,â Mitzi glanced at Josh who was hanging on her
every word, âadults and children over forty-four pounds typically receive a dosage of one
milligram of glucagon in the thigh or abdomen.â
7. âThat makes sense,â Josh said, âthereâs a one milligram mark right here on the needle.â He drew
the substance into the vile. âOk so, now what? I stick this in her leg or stomach?â
âDude, go for the leg,â Jacque said, âthat girl doesnât have a stomach.â
âWell, is the leg better?â Josh asked.
âWould you want that thing jabbed in your gut?â
âSheâs got jeans on,â Josh said almost apologetically, âIf I go for the stomach all I have to do is
lift up her shirt and inject.â
âBe a man, Josh,â Jacque said, âpull the girlâs pants down and stick her in the leg. If she doesnât
die, sheâll thank you for it. Besides, youâll be able to tell if she was into you by the kind of
panties sheâs wearing.â
âYouâre an asshole, Jacque,â Mitzi said as she undid Larissaâs belt and pulled her pants to her
knees in one move. âHave at it.â
âOk, so where in the thigh do I-â Joshâs question had barely left his tongue when Larissaâs body
went into another seizure. This one seemed more violent.
âDo something!â Mitzi yelled.
âStick her, dude!â Jacque said.
âGrab her legs and hold her still!â Mitzi followed Joshâs command and tried give him as open a
target as she could. Josh jabbed the needle into Larissaâs thigh and pushed the glucagon into her
blood stream as the seizure subsided. The three looked at the body each of them silently hoped
was merely unconscious. Josh fell back against the sink with an exhaustive posture and an empty
post traumatic stare across his face.
âDid it work?â Mitzi asked.
8. âI dunno,â Josh answered, âhow long does Wikipedia say it takes for glucagon to kick in?â
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