Eighteen (18)(64)

The nurse lifts one of Olivia’s eyelids and shines a light in Olivia’s eye. Then she places a tiny device on Olivia’s big toe. A machine struts beeping nearby and I watch the lights dance on the display.

“What did she take?”

“What?” I ask, looking back at the nurse.

“Drugs. What kind of drugs did she get into?”

“She didn’t take any drugs.” But my stomach sinks.

“If she knows,” the nurse says, looking at Mateo now, “she needs to tell me. It will save a lot of time and maybe the baby’s life.”

“Shannon, what did you give her?”

“Me?” He did not just say that. “I didn’t give her anything.”

“It looks like opiate overdose. Pinpoint pupils, depressed respiration, and no response to stimuli.”

“What?” Oh, my God. Jill’s death is flashing back to me. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “That’s not possible. That can’t happen.”

She pushes a button and an alarm starts. “You’re going to have to wait outside,” she says, pushing me out of the room while people rush in with a crash cart. “Take her to the triage waiting area,” she tells Mateo.

“Come on, Shannon,” Mateo says, leading me by the arm again.

“Will she be OK?” I call. But no one answers me.

We end up down the hall and through a doorway, where there’s a small waiting area with a few people looking just as distraught and worried as me. I sit down where Mateo places me, and then he gets a call, checks his phone, and leaves me sitting there.

What the hell is happening? Everything is wrong. Everything is bad.

I sit there in silence for a few minutes, trying to find something—anything—that will help me make sense of my life right now.

I can’t come up with a single thing.

“Shannon?” Mateo says, sitting down in the chair next to me.

“I don’t even want to talk to you right now.”

He lets out a low laugh. “Well, you’re gonna need to. I have a lot of questions.”

“Me too,” I say, looking up at him. “But I don’t have time for you right now, Mateo. I can’t hear any more lies.”

“Lies?”

I huff out a long breath. “You busted Jason tonight? And Phil? Some drug bust, right? Those cops at Danny’s house said you guys got what you needed. You wanna tell me what that was?”

“You can’t possibly be sticking up for them. Tell I’m hearing you wrong.” He stares at me like I’m a stranger.

“Did you bust them?”

“We did. They deserved it. You’re better off, Shannon. It’s for your own good.”

“What?” I ask. “What did you just say?” Danny’s remark about what Mateo said to him when they carted his mother off comes back to me.

“He was hitting you, right? Jason? And regardless of how highly you think of Danny Alexander, Phil Alexander is a whole other story. He was responsible for seven deaths back when we were friends, Shannon. Sold a shitload of coke cut with fentanyl. I bet Danny Alexander didn’t tell you that, did he?”

“What?”

“Fucking figures. Just play stupid a little more, why don’t you.”

“I’m not playing stupid. I’m not from here, Mateo. I have no way of knowing the history of you people. And if that was something I should’ve known”—I seethe the word—“then you should’ve been the one to tell me. Not him.”

“Well,” Mateo says, sighing. “It’s done now. Jason and Phil got caught moving sixty pounds of coke across the border. They’re going away for a very long time.”

I just look at my hands. “I’m happy about that. I am.” I look up at Mateo. “I’m not sticking up for them. But I don’t need you to decide what’s good for me.”

“You sure the f*ck do. Because you’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes since we’ve met.”

“Yeah,” I say, looking him dead on. “And my biggest one was trusting you.”

We sit in silence after that. I’m so done with him.

After about an hour two cops come through the waiting room doors. Mateo and I are the only ones left in here. I don’t even know why he stayed. But he gets up and meets them at the door, and then they go back into the hallway to talk.

I cannot believe it’s ending this way. Did he even like me? Or was he using me the whole time just to get to Phil and Jason? He was probably watching me at night to see if I was dealing too. And hey, if you’ve got to keep your eye on an eighteen-year-old girl, why not f*ck her in the process?

I feel sick.

“Shannon?” Mateo says from the door. The two cops are next to him, but they walk towards me. One is holding something in his hand. “They need to ask you some questions. You need to be honest.”

“I am honest,” I growl at him.

“Miss Drake,” the one officer says. “Do you recognize this bottle?”

I look at the thing the other officer is holding in his hand. I take it and read the label. “Yes. This is my codeine prescription from when my ear got infected.”

“So it is yours?”

“Yes. It’s got my name on it. It was a legit prescription. Why?” I have a very bad feeling about this.