Check on Meghan

You wake some unknown time later, wrapped up in Elena, your bladder demanding relief. You slide out of bed and find your shorts, slipping them on as you head to the bathroom. You lean against the wall groaning softly with relief as you piss.

Finishing, you run some cold water and throw some in your face, clearing some of the cobwebs away. You remind yourself that you came to check on Meghan and feel a moment's guilt for indulging yourself for so long with Elena. Checking your watch you find that it's after eight in the evening and decide that you should see how your secretary is doing.

You're about to knock on her door when you consider than showing up in just your shorts when she's undoubtedly heard you fucking her roommate repeatedly is probably a bad idea, you go back and throw on your shirt and pants. Elena murmurs at you sleepily, and you pet her and tell her what you're doing.

You knock on Meghan's door and get no response. It's not fully closed so you push it open, calling her name softly, finding the room lit by a bedside lamp. You enter a bedroom that looks like it belongs to a young teenager more than a young woman. Stuffed animals sit on shelves and cluster on the bed, the room is full of frills and pink and cuteness. Meghan is sprawled face down on on the bed naked, a vibrator close to one of her hands. You smile and are about to leave when you notice something near her other hand. You pick it up and find that it's an empty prescription pill bottle. The label reads Temazepam and the prescription is in Elena's name.

Yelling for Elena you shake Meghan getting a lethargic response. In a moment the Latina appears in the doorway, still naked. You hold up the pill bottle to show her. "What are these?"

"My pills for insomnia. Where'd you get....Has she taken them?" she says anxiously, rushing across the room to take the bottle from your hand. "There was half a bottle here. Chica, you stupid girl! Why you do this?"

"Get a glass of warm water, and put a bunch of salt in it and bring it here. Call 911 and tell them. I'll get her on her feet," you order. Elena runs out of the room as you lift the tiny redhead to her feet.

"Walk, Meghan. You're going to be okay. Walk with me." She murmurs a drowsy protest and makes a little effort to walk. Elena returns with the saline water and you make her drink it. She coughs and spills some, but most of it goes into her. You resume walking her.

"They say to make her puke and keep her awake," Elena says, holding her cell phone. "The paramedics should be here in 20 minutes."

"Put some clothes on," you order Elena as you walk Meghan into the bathroom. Bending her over the toilet you push your fingers into her throat, making her gag. She convulses and spews a stream of salty water, then heaves again and brings up her stomach contents, including a bunch of grey and white capsules, some of them partially dissolved. She vomits repeatedly as you hold her, emptying herself, shivering and mewling as she does so.

Elena returns in a t-shirt and sweats, wrapping a blanket around the tiny red head, stroking her hair and saying comforting things.

"There's a vibrator on her bed. Put it in a drawer or hide it. The medics don't need to see that." She nods and leaves, returning to comfort her roommate, looking at you with guilty tearful eyes.

"I'm sorry chica," she murmurs and kisses Meghan's sweaty brow. You lift Meghan to her feet and make her walk again. She's more responsive now, taking clumsy steps of her own, murmuring incomprehensible words.

The door buzzer sounds and Elena answers and pushes the door release button, then opens the hallway door and stands in it. In a moment two paramedics are in the room and take over from you. They lay Meghan on the couch and one takes he vital signs while the other questions you and Elena.

Between you, you tell them what she took and approximately how many, and that you don't think she took anything else or washed them down with ****. As you're telling the details you're watching Meghan, seeing her become more alert with each moment.

The paramedics are there over thirty minutes, monitoring Meghan, asking her questions as she becomes more cogent. When asked why she took the pills, she looks at you and Elena then glances down, saying it was an accident. The paramedic looks skeptical and she nods her head in affirmation.

"I went in the bathroom in the dark and I thought it was the vitamin C capsules I take. I take a lot of them because it's supposed to be good for the skin, and I guess I just got mixed up. I'm kind of ditzy. It was just an accident." The paramedics share a doubtful look and one of them glances at you, then gets up and gestures you to the kitchen.

"She says you're her boss, is that right?" he asks in a quiet voice. You nod agreement. He looks at you, considering something. "Normally where we suspect a suicide attempt we notify the police. She says it was an accident. She doesn't want to go to hospital or involve the police. She also really doesn't want her family notified. This doesn't smell right to me, but I'm not looking to cause the kid any needless grief. She's an adult, so she can decide some things for herself, but the thing about her family bothers me."

"Her mother came into the office today and caused a scene. As I understand it, the two of them have a difficult relationship. Her mother seems to want to control her."

He nods, looking at you thoughtfully. "Okay. We'll write it up as accidental. Lucky you were here." He glances at his watch. "You must work long hours," he says wryly as he returns to his partner.