Just got off the phone with L. She's in the hospital. Apparently a little while after she got off the phone with me, she started feeling a lot worse and very nauseated, so she called another friend who lives closer. When he showed up, he took her to the hospital, where they pumped her stomach and ran tests to find she had been given a double dose of rohypnol and a near overdose level of cocaine - she doesn't do drugs at all, and has never smoked pot, so as you can imagine, she has about zero tolerance for these things, and was in a bad, bad way.
I want to go to her for moral support, and to take her home, but G is really being nasty about the whole thing. I should have gone last night. I'm in a lose-lose situation now. Go? Fucked. Stay? Fucked.