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Luz wakes up in alarm. Her phone is buzzing and it’s about three thirty in the morning. She answers groggily, not really paying attention to the caller id. She thought it was a spam call, but hey, it might be something important.
Her eyes flutter shut as she hits the answer button, her voice letting out a raspy “hello.”
Nobody says anything back. She checks to see who had called her.
“Amity?” Luz says. Despite it being three am in the goddamn morning and having just woken up, Luz is alert. “What’s wrong, hermosa?”
Amity’s voice is small, scared. “Luz…”
“What’s wrong?” Luz repeats.
“Come over…” Amity says. A second later, she adds: “Please.”
“I’ll be there in five,” Luz promises. Amity doesn’t hang up, and neither does Luz.
Amity is waiting for Luz when she pulls into the driveway. Luz notices she looks sick. Amity’s hands are tightly woven together, sitting in her lap. Luz cautiously sits down next to the purple haired girl.
“Am’s,” Luz says. “Is everything okay?”
“I-” Amity begins. She shakes her head.
“What’s wrong?” Luz places her hand over Amity’s. Amity flinches. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to help.”
“I took…” Amity slowly says. “Lots of medication.”
Okay. Not at all what Luz was expecting. She takes a moment to digest the information, treading the situation with caution.
“What did you take?” Luz asks.
“Tylenol,” Amity says. “Wanted the pain…” She exhales again. “Stop the pain.”
Luz is silent for a moment. “How long ago?”
“Over an hour,” Amity answers.
“Did you…” Luz stops herself. “Were you trying to kill yourself?”
Amity shakes her head. “Don’t want to die. Not anymore.”
“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Luz says. Amity lunges forward, her stomach emptying itself. Heaving up so much medicine. Luz races over, patting her girlfriends back. “It’s okay…You’re going to be okay.”