Her first text is at 10:13pm, from a friend, who needed to tell her that she still loves him. She reminds the friend calmly that he wasn't well and it was better for both of them to end it even though it felt like hell. He hurt you, she told the friend, he hurt you over and over, it'll be okay, you can cry on my shoulder.
Her second text comes in at 12:09am, from an old flame. He had one too many that evening and was going a little insane, "I miss you," he said and he heaved a long sigh, "I just want one more night, please one more night." She somehow managed to gently decline and called a mutual friend to give him a ride. She told the old flame that everything would be okay and to take a couple aspirin before he called the next day.
Her first call of the night, at 1:53am, comes from an old roommate who had relapsed and was back in that horrible place and the roommate was lying on the tile of a bathroom floor she couldn't recognize and her number was the only one she could recall after her fall. She talked down the helpless girl for an hour until she was well enough to get up from the tile. The roommate called her mom and got picked up and she hung up the phone, relieved to have some time for a nap.
She got two more calls that night and hundreds of more texts, but she got a couple of hours of rest before the next day of telling others everything was going to be okay.