Come clean

It looks as if Fergus has you dead to rights, so you might as well come clean about things.

“Yeah, you got me,” you admit. You confess what you have been doing, and as you do so, it dawns on you just how stupid the plan was — not to mention how dangerous for someone like you who doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Fergus listens to your explanation soberly, and when you finish, he just stands there, without responding.

“So... I guess you’re gonna turn me in,” you finally say, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Fergus looks at you for several seconds before saying, “Are you sure you don’t have any kind of medical training? Because you’re really into something. I’ve been working here all this time, and it never dawned on me to try what you’re doing!”

A ray of hope breaks in on your feeling of doom. “It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing,” you say. “I’m really not sure what came over me.”

Fergus chuckles. “I’m guessing it was teenage hormones, but you don’t have to be pre-med to diagnose that!”

He looks over what you have been doing and says, “Well, you haven’t actually done anything that’s going to hurt anyone, so I don’t see any need to tell the nurse about any of this.”

You almost laugh in relief at those words. “That’s awesome of you, man! Thanks so much. I really owe you one!”

Fergus waves your words away. “Don’t mention it. Maybe you can return the favor someday. There is the issue of this girl Sarah and her medicine and room change, though....”

You can tell Fergus is sympathetic to your desire to get laid, but his medical ethics are causing him to be conflicted.