The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (beautiful books to read .txt) 📗

                Amberleigh had several personal experiences with Narcan. Her first time, she gave it her mother  when she found her  in the bathtub with her spoon still warm on the ledge, then again about three months later in the stairwell , both at the ripe old age of six.  Next to her boyfriend she spent a couple weeks with post Jackson, her horrible choice of a rebound. Another time a Page at the club during New Year’s Day a few years back. And lastly a year ago, to a mark old enough to be her grandfather she found in the bathroom with the needle still his wrinkled arm. Good times.

                Leo shook his head, “Won’t do any good. It only works on opiate overdoses.  He needs something called Romazicon. And it’s only available intravenously.”

                “You really do know your shit Leo. I’m impressed.”

  The doorbell rang then. The relief was visible on the chef’s face

                “Thank God! I’ll get it,” she volunteered.

                She was certainly getting her cardio in for the week as she ran to let the doctor in. Dr. Gainey skipped past the small talk and got straight down to business. Amberleigh hung around for what came next, staying out of the way when she wasn’t needed, and eagerly helping when her services were needed.  She also stealthy recorded bits of it from her side view camera  on her watch to show to the billionaire later.

                She fully intended to give him a come to Jesus talk. A reckoning of sorts, that his foolishness would no longer be tolerated and he was getting his shit together.  Like hell would he remember any of the events which occurred in the room over the next few hours, but she would never forget it. She would let him watch this shit in case he ever decided to polish off a fucking bottle of scotch again. Benzos and alcohol didn’t fucking mix well. 

                Dr. Gainey shoved a huge ass needle into the crook of billionaire’s elbow and inserted an IV. Leo had called it as the doc pushed the benzodiazepine reversal agent into Grayson’s veins. Then pumped him full of a bag of saline fluid. But that was far from the traumatizing part for all parties involved. But rather what transpired after they moved the pretty, pale boy to the bed.

                They needed a place to tie the restraints. Yes, fucking restraints and not the fun kind. Amberleigh would never view restraints the same way again and there was nothing remotely sexy about the Godwin tied to his own bed with white, medical grade restraints. Because of what they were needed for. Dr. Gainey assured both she and Leo they were necessary and would be needed. They were skeptical at first.

                True after some of the Romazicon, Grayson was breathing a bit better. But he was still unresponsive. And Dr. Gainey tried to rouse his patient by shinning a light into his eyes, rubbing his knuckles into Grayson’s breast bone, all to no avail. Amberleigh learned several new terms over the course of the evening that was called a sternal rub. And it was painful and used to stimulate patients who were a step away from like a fucking coma apparently. No luck.

                She and Leo soon figured out why tying down their friends arms was necessary. The good old doctor, lubed up a tube and shoved it down the billionaires throat, honest to god. Amberleigh was gagging just watching it, which meant a lot coming from someone who was used to objects being shoved down her throat. The silver lining, Grayson was choking, coughing, and trying to move his head away from the tube. Not that she fucking blamed him. It was the first sign of life she saw from him in a while.

                But it was hard to watch and Leo was trying to calm him down, saying soothing words. But it was only just the beginning of the unpleasant activities of the evening. Another term she learned was gastric lavage. That was just a fancy term for pumping out someone’s stomach. Now personally, she hadn’t had the joy of that particular experience, but she knew many who had. And it was fucking awful.

                Dr. Gainey was flushing water down the tube into the billionaire’s stomach, then removing it along with what remained of the alcohol. He did this over and over until the contents in the syringe came back clear. Naturally, by a certain point, Grayson was over that shit and fighting the tube.  He was still in that place in between lucid consciousness and confused as fuck. Like he was home, but not all the lights were on yet.

                It was hard on Leo also. He was trying to keep his agitated and flailing friend calm. Amberleigh didn’t even try as she figured she would only be in the way and she was far from his favorite person even on a good day. She doubted Grayson would want her around at the moment, not after the way she let him have it earlier. And despite what Leo claimed, she still felt guilty and somewhat responsible for the current situation.

                But honestly the icing on this fucked up cake, was when Dr. Gainey put something called charcoal down that tube. In theory, the liquid would bind to the alcohol in his gut and digestive track and help remove it from his body.  In other words, he would shit it out. By this point, Grayson was hella mad and getting more aggressive.

                Gr. Gainey pulled the tube, but left his wrists tied a bit longer until he was more with it. About another hour or so passed, and Grayson started making sense. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Halleluiah.  He looked like shit, was groggy as fuck, but was safe to be untied. Leo gave G-Man a hug. The chef looked about to cry, but decided to wait to give Grayson hell until later. No doubt he also had a lecture in store for his friend.

                Amber stood making herself small, hiding in the corner near a sword mounted on the wall, as  the really touching moment between friends transpired. A tight hug between them, a pat on the back, until Grayson drew back and proceeded to projectile vomit all over Leo.  Yes like a scene straight from the exorcist, the billionaire covered his friend in black, regurgitated charcoal.