Meg banged the door of Heather’s studio. After what seemed like forever, the light in the hallway was switched on and Heather opened the door. She was wearing a grey dressing-gown, her hair was very messy and she rubbed her eyes.
“Meg? What are u doing here? Do u know what time it is?” Heather mumbled sleepy.
“I need your help. Can I come in?” Meg asked agitated and before Heather could decline she already entered. “You gave me something to get through my first night. It really helped and I was wondering…”
“If I have more? Of course I do, but couldn’t u wait until morning? u can’t be addicted” Heather responded a little grumpy.
“No, it’s not for me” Meg quickly answered. “It’s for my friend. He’s sick and he’s hurting”
“If he’s sick, he needs to see a doctor” Heather commentaar gegeven dry.
“They can’t help him. They say nothing’s wrong with him, but I know that’s not true” Meg replied. “Can’t u give him something? Something to ease the pain?”
Heather shook her head. “Wait here. I’ll get dressed”
Ten minuten later Heather came back, fully dressed and with a small aktentas, werkmap in her hand.
“What’s in it?” Meg asked nodding at the briefcase.
“No aspirins” Heather answered vague. She looked at Meg. “You owe me a favor and I will collect”