!TW!

'Overdose' words and more. It might traumatize readers. Discretion is advised.

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A guy lying down, maybe unconscious. He's sweating a lot, like after a shower, and his lips turn blueish.

My heart was beating fast from the shock. I followed my instincts as I immediately ran to the guy on the floor, "Holy shit! Hey! Can you hear me?" I shook his body and tapped his cheeks. I was relieved when I heard a mumble, "thank God he's still alive. Call 911 now!"

"Don't!" a guy stopped the freshman girl from dialing 911, "what if the cops are here!?"

I stood up and grabbed him by the collar, "So you rather leave him dying here than get your ass caught? Is that what you're saying?!" I screamed to his face.

The guy was looking scared as he wanted to open his mouth. Mason separated us, "Call 911," Mason glancedd at the freshman and went back to me, "I can handle the cops."

I nodded and went back to the unconscious freshman. The freshman girl instantly called 911 using her phone. She listened to the operator, and she told me to do CPR while waiting for the paramedics to come, "Simon, help me!"

Simon went to the guy's head, and I started pumping his chest, remembering how to do CPR in PE lesson. Maybe it does necessary to learn CPR. I counted 1 to 30, and Simon gave two rescue breaths. We kept repeating until the paramedics came.

I felt anxiety creeping up my back to my whole body; my arm was trembling. What am I going to do if the guy dies? I whispered to myself, praying for him not to let me down. I keep pumping his chest even I'm also fighting my anxiety.

As the paramedics came, they checked the guy's status and moved him to a stretcher. I was relieved for the second time when the paramedics told us an excellent job of keeping the CPR until they came and the guy would be alright.

And before the paramedics left, they showed me a drug on the floor. They are convinced that these drugs cause the overdose. What's this? Opioids? How did Mason have this kind of drug? Isn't opioids a medical drug? I might be dumb, but we're talking about drugs.

I glanced through the entrance as I saw Mason was shaking hands with the cops. Is he trying to shut the cops? Maybe that's one of the reasons why he's never got caught with drugs.

"You guys have some dangerous drugs here. I'm not going to say anything to the cops because I know you all are having fun right now, but if I get a report again to here, I'm going have to talk to the police about this," said one of the paramedics that distract me from Mason and the police. I replied to him with a nod.

I don't know what to say. I was speechless to see unfamiliar drugs.

I remember one thing about Opioids, if you combine opioids with alcohol, something will happen. But I didn't know that it would cause overdosing. And one thing bugged me while I was doing CPR. I saw Mason just standing there watching us, the same as everybody, but he didn't have any sympathy in his face. He was starring blankly at the guy as I did CPR.

Mason went inside the house, and I pinned him to the wall. He was shocked, "Whoa, what's this? Isn't this too early? We can start with-"

"Cut the bullshit, Mason. You know what I'm going to say," I put my finger up, trying to intimidate him, but I guess it didn't work because he didn't look scared, "Is that really how you look at a person who's almost close to his dying wish?"

He sighed, "look, it's not that I don't care. That's the risk of using drugs. It's just business, Cath. I wouldn't have the right to control someone's wish, even if they wished to die."

"And care to explain why you have Opioids?!" I felt my blood boils as I asked him the question.

"Opioids? What? I've never given out Opioids!" he exclaimed.

Then someone pulls my hand, and it's Joanne with Simon shaking his head.

"Don't Cath," he remind me not to cause a scene, as people already eyed on us.

I let go of Mason and ran my fingers through my hair, stressed out. I can feel my blood boiling just thinking of asking Mason to stop these drugs and threatening him to tell me his supplier.

Mason opened his mouth, "Cathleen, did you say Opioids? As much as I needed money, I've never touched more than narcotics and cocaine."

I groaned; hearing him say that made me stressed even more. Then who was it? Is there someone who's supplying drugs other than Mason?

Experiencing that event made me rethink the decision I had made. I wish I didn't have this kind of decision in my life.

"Kate! What happened? Holy cow, I saw that guy's lips turned blue," Stephanie cut through our hassle; she looked at Mason and me just glaring at each other. She knew it was not the right time to intervene, but she must understand what had just happened.

I took Stephanie's hand and led her outside; we looked at the paramedics taking the guy inside the ambulance. The guy was looking a bit better after they put something in his nostrils, his lips getting redder, and he could breathe easily. The freshman girl who screamed was coming with the paramedic, driving away. I hope he's okay.

Now we're alone. I looked at Stephanie as severe, telling her it's not the right time to joke, "The guy just overdosed from Opioids. Simon and I just did CPR until the paramedics came."

Stephanie ran her finger through her hair, sharing the same stress as I am, "Is the guy okay?" I nodded in reply, and she looked relieved to hear that, "we seriously need to stop this.

I can't be more agree. What's happening this night? First, we had fun dancing, drinking, and singing. But suddenly, it turned one-eighty. Pretty cool Halloween for sure.

"Funny to think that Mason is the only supplier in this school," I handed her the opioids.

"What do you mean, Kate?" Stephanie asked in curious, waiting for the big plot twist.

"We've been thinking this wrong from the start. Mason said he's never given out medical drugs."

"Holy shit," Stephanie cursed; she looked like thinking back about her case. She knew it wouldn't be that easy, "so is that mean there's someone also a supplier?"

I nodded, "That's a possibility. We know nothing about this."

In the past weeks, when I helped Mason meetings his clients, it's always narcotics, cocaine, and cannabis. That's why I was so surprised by the Opioids. Seeing the guy had overdosed because of Opioids made me realize I had to dig deep into this school.

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"Get in here fast!" Stephanie commands me through the phone, and I rush to the library.

A few days have passed after the Halloween incidents. The day after, I heard the guy was okay and recovering soon. The info freed me from the tension. The image of the guy unconscious was haunting my mind all night; his blue lips, sweating body, and how he's struggling to breathe were clear in my mind.

It's has been bothering me all day. I can't focus in class, and I've avoided the frat house cause my friends have been asking about my whereabouts. Every night I always went to the frat house to get rid of myself alone. But because of that night, I was afraid to witness another victim. I may sound overreacting right now.

I keep telling myself that's the risk of selling them drugs.

"You're going to miss it, hurry!" Stephanie said to me.

"I'm trying my best, Stephanie!" I said through the phone.

"And stop calling my full name!" she joked.

"Shut up and stay there."

I didn't want to get out of my room, but Stephanie called me to get to the library. I had no idea what's she going to show me. I rushed to the library, and I didn't see the sight of Stephanie, "I'm here, where are you?"

"Go upstairs and go to the historical section. Try not to get caught, will you?" she suggested.

"What? by who?"

"Anyone, just hurry up!" she whispered.

I tried to hide as possible, sneaking upstairs, not knowing anything, and going to the historical section. When she noticed I arrived, she signalled me to be quiet, "what is it?" I whispered.

She pointed right across the bookshelf infront of us. When I checked between the books, two guys were having a conversation, "So you got the stuff?"

"Yeah, I gotcha," he answered. I hear he was reaching for something in his bag, "here I got ketamine, MDMA, and more. Which one do you choose?"

I was shocked over Stephanie's discovery, and I wouldn't think she found someone's trying to deal with drugs. I looked over to Stephanie and mouthed, "How?"

"I'll explain later," she responds, whispering enough for them not to hear.

"Do you have LSD?" the guy continued asking.

"Yeah, here."

Does he have everything? I'm pretty sure Mason didn't supply that. Hearing them negotiate makes me think, how does someone sell this here? For some reason, I feel like I'm about to explode, continuing to listen to this conversation. I didn't realize my fist was getting pale when Stepanie touched my hand. She was worried about me.

When they finished the deal, I tried to catch up with the seller, but Stephanie stopped me, "Don't, it's not worth it to get caught."

"And then what? Lose them?" I asked her.

"I've followed them before," she replied.

She had done it before? Does she mean the person comes here often?

I'll try to recall the guy's appearance. He has dark skin, wears an oversized black hoodie and light khaki.

Stephanie began walking out of the library, and I followed behind her, "I'll explain everything in my dorm," she added.

We rushed to her dorm, and when we arrived, she locked the door, making sure no one would barge in.

"I have so many to ask," I said to her.

"Go ahead. I'll try my best to answer."

"How did you find them? Right when they're dealing drugs," I asked her.

"A few days ago, I was, umm... I was studying with David in the library," she answered carefully.

I tried my best not to laugh because no one would study in the library; dating in the library always ended up with a hickey. I crossed my arm, trying to get her to answer truthfully.

"What? I did study!" she knew that I wasn't buying it, "fine, I was making out with David there. But, coincidentally, we were making out next to them. So David and I tried to come again the next day, and we found them again. And today I went there by myself and there they're again. The same seller but different buyers."

"Have you Identified the seller?" I asked her.

"No. But, when I followed him, I found out he's always hung out at the parking lot for at least two hours. When he gets a call, it was the call for him to go back," she pointed outside the window, her dorm was facing the parking.

When I look over the window, she's right. It's the same guy sitting on his car hood—It's the same black oversized hoodie and light brown khakis.

Stephanie opened her laptop and searched for something, "So I already took a picture of the guy."

I looked over her laptop, "Jesus Christ, Stephanie. What if he sees you? He's definitely in a gang," he has a light moustache and a tattoo above his eyebrows written 'brotherhood.' Oh shit, he's definitely in a Gang.

"Don't worry, David was by my side," she crossed her arm with pride, "by the looks of this guy. Do you think he's come to this school?"

He was looking at his appearance. He must not be a student here with a tattoo over his eyebrow. Trinity College has some strict rules on a tattoo, so yeah, no one would tattoo over their eyebrow,  "no, he's not, right?"

She snapped her finger, "bingo! Now we know the person who sells dangerous drugs. It's an outsider."

An outsider dealing drugs in a college? How and why? I never thought the campus would allow outsiders to enter the school.

"Do you think we should interrogate the freshman that got overdosed?" she offered.

Suddenly I felt goosebumps creeping up the back of my head; the thoughts of the guy unconscious made me feel uneasy. I scratch the back of my head because it feels itchy. I looked over to Stephanie. She noticed that I felt anxious thinking back about that night.

"I'm just giving a suggestion. We don't have to do this," she added.

I wouldn't say I like the fact that we need to question the freshman for the sake of this case. We need every information and detail, "it's okay, I can handle it. We do need to interrogate him anyway."

She nodded, "all right then. I'll try to contact the freshman and try to make an appointment with him."

"You have his number?" I ask her curiously.

"I can ask, miss Jane," she smirked.

Miss Jane is the head of the administration, the fact that she's a Student Union and also her boyfriend- soon to be a boyfriend. Ugh, I forget she has a boyfriend.

I'm trying to say that it's going to be easy for her to ask for people's phone numbers through Miss Jane.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you then. I'll do the question."

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