Haley stirred in her sleep as she turned over to a more comfortable position. Hugging the soft pillow and feeling the smoothness of silk sheets against her skin felt like heaven. Her bed was one of the perks of working for Nathan Scott. She had never enjoyed comfort like that and it was almost enough to make up for his Neanderthal behavior. Rest had not come easy, though. She'd had a headache for hours and the demanding schedule and jet lag of flying about the country day to day was taking its toll. No wonder Nathan was such a grouch, she thought as she tried to get back to sleep. Just as her eyes had closed, there was a knock at the door. Haley sat up and it opened before she could invite the person in.

"Haley!"

She rubbed her eyes and turned on the bedside lamp. As soon as she adjusted to the light, she saw Brooke with no make up on and her hair pulled back, wearing a pink silk camisole with matching shorts underneath.

"Brooke, what's going on?"

The brunette looked frantic. Her skin was a ghostly pale, as her voice quivered.

"Haley, get up!"

"Are you okay?"

"You have to come now. Please."

"What happened?"

"Do you have your medical bag?"

Now Haley was wide awake.

"Why? Brooke, talk to me. What is going on? Did something happen? Is it Nathan?"

She shook her head sadly.

"No, it's Deb."

Haley swung her legs over the side of the bed without bothering to don a robe to cover her blue checkered pajama bottoms and white tank. Barefoot, she followed her anxious friend out into the dark hall. It was late, a little after three as they scurried towards the west end of the mansion. They made their way to the spacious bedroom shared by Dan and Deb Scott. Lucas stood in the entranceway with Nathan in front of him and Dan at the bedside. Brooke, holding Haley's hand, pushed their way through.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Dan growled when he saw the nurse.

"I woke her up," Brooke admitted.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"No. She's a nurse, she'll know what to do. She can help."

"This is a family matter and Deb doesn't need any help."

"The hell she doesn't, man," Lucas spoke up.

Haley took a look at Deb Scott. She appeared to be sleeping but at further glance it was crystal clear the blonde was unconscious. Haley touched her forehead, which was cool and clammy. Her respirations were slow and labored.

"What happened to her?"

No one dared say a word.

"She is fine. She's sleeping it off," Dan insisted.

"Sleeping what off?"

"Those," Brooke finally pointed to the dresser.

Haley rubbed her eyes as she got a closer look. Dozens of prescription pill bottles lined the dresser from corner to corner. She picked up several of them.

"Vicodin, Valium, Percocet, Lortab, Xanax, Lexapro, Codeine…Ketobemidone. Oh my God. What the hell is this?"

"They are all perfectly legal drugs prescribed to my wife."

"Mr. Scott, this is crazy. These are some of the strongest anti depressants and painkillers on the market. What doctor in their right mind would prescribe all of this to one patient? It doesn't make any sense."

"Can you save her?" Brooke asked with tears in her eyes. "Dan said he couldn't wake her up and when Lucas and I came in , we couldn't get her to move."

"That's quite enough from you, Brooke!" Dan reprimanded.

"What did she take?" Haley asked.

"I don't know but you've got to do something quick," Lucas pleaded.

Haley looked around. Lucas and Brooke were inconsolable with worry while Dan appeared annoyed at the situation. A stoic Nathan looked on, never uttering a word. The circumstances were far too serious for Haley to try to take note of the others reactions. She had to think quick. It was imperative to know exactly what Deb had taken. Opening the bottles, she swiftly studied each label to see when the medication had originally been prescribed. Then she proceeded to take a brief count of the pills to see which one or ones Deb had apparently overdosed on. It was pointless. All the refills had been issued in the last two weeks. According to the math and the prescribed dose, each bottle contained half of what it was supposed to. There was no way to know exactly what she had ingested and when.

"When is the last time she was awake and talking to anyone?"

"Around ten, I think," Brooke tried to remember. "She looked confused and she kept saying she was tired and her eyes were all weird. It was hard to understand a word she was saying."

"Mr. Scott, how long ago did you try to wake her up?"

Dam cleared his throat.

"Approximately an hour ago."

"An hour ago? Oh my God. This is bad. Look, I hate to say it but obviously she has overdosed on something. The beginning symptoms were almost five hours ago. No one knows what she took then or what she could have taken afterwards. She needs to go to the hospital."

"Absolutely not," Dan shook his head. "No hospitals."

"Mr. Scott, you don't have a choice. Too much of any of those drugs over there could kill her. Even if she took the appropriate amount, combining some of those meds could be lethal as well. Too much time has passed as it is. I'm sorry but I'm calling 911."

"Don't you dare," he roughly grabbed her arm.

"Dan, stop it! Get a hold of yourself," Lucas quickly intervened.

"Stop it!" Haley tried to break away.

The sound of a cough coming from the bed made them all stop in their tracks. Underneath the covers, Deb's legs twitched uncontrollably twice. She jerked and gagged and then there was an awful gurgling sound.

"What's wrong with her?" Nathan talked for the first time.

"She's vomiting," Haley ran over. "Quick. Help me roll her so she won't choke on it."

Together Nathan and Haley turned her on her side.

"That's a good thing, right?" Lucas asked.

Deb went limp on her side.

"Haley, she's not breathing!" Brooke screamed.

Haley inspected Deb. There was no rise and fall of her chest, no air being exhaled from her nose and her mouth. She felt for a pulse and found a faint one. Haley leaned and pinched her nose, administering two breaths. The pulse was still weak but the breathing, still shallow was back.

"What's going on?" Nathan nervously asked.

"I think her airway is obstructed."

"Do something!" Dan commanded.

"I can't! She needs to be intubated."

"Do it!"

"With what?" Haley screamed.

She looked over at Deb who lie dying on the bed. Nearby Lucas and Brooke were crying and begging her to save Deb while Dan screamed orders at her. It was too much. She hadn't signed up for that. She was an FBI agent. Her job was to bust the bad guys, not save lives. So she had sutured Nathan's wound and gave him a shot in his knee. Big deal! There was a huge difference between that and intubating someone!

"Help her," came a voice so small and quiet she barely heard or recognized it. "Don't let her die."

Haley looked up. It was Nathan and she had never seen his eyes like that.

"Haley, please," Brooke pleaded.

Haley closed her eyes and mouthed a silent prayer.

"Get me a straw," she directed.

Lucas returned instantaneously with one and handed it to Haley. Taking the wrapper off, she stood over Deb, tilting her head back.

"What are you going to do?" Dan inquired, straining to get a better look.

"I need some help. Who here has the least weak stomach."

Lucas and Brooke exchanged petrified glances.

"What do you need?" Nathan stepped up.

Haley took full charge.

"Take the shade off that lamp and hold it up here so I have enough light. I'm going to use this straw to give your mother an artificial airway."

Nathan winced.

"You have to stick it down her throat?"

"Only for a little while. Can you handle it?"

He nodded and went about helping her. Haley tried hard to remember. She had been taught the procedure in class but had only performed it on a dummy. She had seen the medics do it before but with professional equipment. Now she was on her own, working purely on memory, instinct and adrenaline.

"How many of these have you done before?" Dan wanted to know.

"This is my first," Haley honestly responded as she carefully guided the straw.

"Wonderful," he muttered.

"Well, I'm sure the doctors and nurses at the hospital could have done a much better job had 911 been called hours ago like they should have," she shot back. "Nathan, move that light in a little closer."

In a few minutes, a semi conscious Deb began to stir. She gagged and vomited again as Haley extubated.

"Deb, are you okay?" Brooke moved over closer.

"What, what…happened?"

Haley closed her eyes and could have collapsed on relief alone. Somehow she had done it.

"You saved her life," Lucas mouthed.

"Is she going to be okay?" Dan looked up.

"For now. I'll stay with her. She needs to keep vomiting but it'll be dangerous if she chokes on it. Also, she needs to stay awake and as alert as possible."

They all nodded as Haley briefly excused herself into the hall. Dan, Lucas and Nathan disappeared into one of the common areas as Brooke hurried behind her.

"Haley, oh my God. Thank you. That, that was amazing back there the way you helped her. You were…"

"What the hell is going on here, Brooke? Do you realize how serious that was? Deb could have died. She was close."

"But you helped."

"Yeah and it worked. Not because I'm a genius or a saint or any crap like that. That back there was pure luck."

"I'm sorry. I, I guess we should have told you it was that bad."

"Yeah you should have. I didn't come here for this, Brooke. That was ridiculous. Someone should have called 911 or took her the emergency room."

"I know. I…"

"I can't deal with this now. I'll talk to you later."

Brooke, still teary eyed, nodded. She understood the position they had put Haley in and she knew it wasn't fair.

"You will stay with her tonight and make sure she's okay?"

Haley turned and looked in Brooke's eyes, knowing she was just as frightened as she was. She no longer wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew, she was positive.

"Yeah," Haley sighed. "I'll stay with her."