"YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME AVERY!" Mitch yelled waking me from a sound sleep.
Bright sunlight was streaming into the room and as I struggled to focus on my surroundings I heard Mitch's voice again. "How the fuck did this happen?"
He was sitting on the edge of the bed his back toward me. I rolled over on my side and reached out touching him on the hip. Mitch turned a little and looked at me over his shoulder, his expression scared me a little as he listened to Avery.
"Okay, okay I'll be there as soon as I can, but if word of this gets back to Johnston you'll be unemployable as far as he's concerned. Mitch said with a stern tone in his voice.
From his tone, and the expression on his face I knew something very bad had happened.
"Just sit tight and I'll be there as soon as I can." Mitch said again just before he closed his phone.
He pressed the phone against his forehead and spoke softly. "God damn that fucking kid and his drugs."
His comment didn't clear up any of my confusion but it was obvious that Avery and Jasmine had gotten into some kind of trouble and drugs were involved.
"Can I help Mitch?" I asked softly.
Mitch turned toward me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "It's Jasmine; she apparently overdosed on the coke they had bought in some local bar. They are at the hospital and Avery isn't sure she's going to pull through."
I instantly had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt nauseous knowing my friend could die.
"On top of that the local police responded to the emergency call and are asking a lot of questions." Mitch added.
I understood the consequences we both could suffer as a result. Mitch had recommended Avery to be on Johnston's staff and I was told explicitly to keep Jasmine and Tiffany in line while we were in Mexico. My failure to do so could result in Mitch losing the chief of staff position, and Elegant Escorts losing our contact in Washington. If Jasmine didn't make it the results of her death would be devastating.
"How well do you know her?" Mitch asked.
"I only met her for the first time when I arrived Friday." I admitted.
"Avery says the doctors are telling him she needs someone she knows really well to focus on while they treat her." Mitch explained.
"Tiff knows her better than me." I replied.
Mitch continued. "She's apparently in hyperthermia and her blood pressure is through the roof. They have her in an ice bath and have given her acetaminophen to try and get her core temperature down. She's also been given valium to try and get her heart rate and blood pressure down. The next four or five hours are critical."
"What can I do?" I asked.
"See if you can get Tiffany to go to the hospital with me, while I get dressed." Mitch asked.
As I slipped my robe on I glanced at the alarm clock, it was only 6:45 and I doubted Tiffany and James would be up yet. Mitch was dressing as I grabbed my key card and headed next door. I knocked hard on the door hoping I could wake them. After 15 seconds or so I tried again this time banging harder on the door with my fist. "Please wake up Tiff." I thought as I waited for a response. I was about to knock again when the door opened, James peered through the opening looking half asleep and asked. "What the fuck Angel?"
As I pushed the door open and stepped inside James spoke again. "I was taking a piss."
"I need to wake Tiffany up now!" I said as I moved toward the bedroom.
"What the fuck is going on?" James asked as he followed me into the bedroom.
"I'll explain to you both, I just need to get her up now!" I said as I approached the bed.
Tiffany was still sound asleep, completely naked and exposed. I leaned down and shook her shoulder strongly. "Tiffany, wake up baby, I need your help!" I said as she opened her eyes with a start.
James who was naked when he answered the door slipped into a bathrobe. "Is Mitch okay?" He asked while I tried to bring Tiff to her senses.
Tiffany knew too well that I wouldn't barge in without good reason and sat up in bed.
"Yes, Mitch is fine. It's Jasmine." I answered James question.
"What happened?" Tiffany asked.
"Just get up I'll explain everything as you get dressed." I said urging Tiffany into action.
James sat down waiting for the shit to hit the fan and I relayed everything Mitch had told me moments earlier as Tiffany dressed.
"I knew that fucking asshole and his cocaine use would cause problems." James said worried about his position on Senator Johnston's staff more than the life of a young woman.
As Tiff slipped a pair of sandals on Mitch knocked on the door. James jumped up and opened it for him.