Apartment curse

So my roommates and I are cursed. I swear the following account is the honest truth, though it seems unlikely that so many maladies and accidents could strike in such a short amount of time. First, let me describe the involved roommates. Amanda is a short brown-haired girl, maybe 115 fully dressed and soaking wet. Shawnee is shorter than Amanda and even smaller. She looks like she's twelve sometimes. Brittany is closer to my height but still really really skinny, more athletic looking. So yesterday Amanda stayed home from all her classes and slept all day because her stomach was seriously upset and cramping. When I got home from play practice around 10 Shawnee was curled up on the couch in massive pain waiting for a couple guys from the ward to come give her a blessing. She has this mystery malady that makes her stomach cramp really really bad but no doctor has ever been able to figure out what her problem is. She's been okay since last December, but she forgot her medication at home when she moved up, and yesterday was not her lucky day. She got a blessing but was still in massive pain, but the only thing that's ever helped her when it gets that bad is morphine and she didn't want to go to the hospital. Around midnight she finally gave in and I sent Amanda and Brittany to go get Amanda's car while I helped Shawnee. Well while they were going for the car Brittany tripped and sprained something in her foot. Amanda got her to the car and I got Shawnee in, and we all went to the hospital. So can you see this? There's the four of us, Shawnee curled up in a ball with her head on my shoulder, Amanda holding her stomach which is still cramping, and Brittany with a swelling foot. We finally got her some ice for it and she pulled up a chair to rest her foot on. They must have wondered which one of us was actually waiting for a doctor.
So Shawnee finally gets called and we go back to one of those creepily cheerful hospital rooms (this is around 1:30 by the way), where they have her change into a hospital gown and then they take a urine sample and a blood sample. When the nurse put the IV into her arm Shawnee made me hold her hand so she could cut off my circulation. She hates needles. It was weird, too, because the nurse totally let blood flow all down her arm. I mean there was a pool of blood on her arm coming out of the little IV thing. Gross, huh? They took a massive blood sample for tests, then after a while they came back in with the morphine. The first nurse was really nice, she put it in slow so Shawnee wouldn't get as light-headed, and we hoped that it would help her pain. Did it? NO. No change whatsoever. So we called the nurse back, but this time it was a guy. Our nice female nurse had gone home. She told him it hadn't worked, that she was still in pain, so he went to get her some more. And he didn't go slow. Just shoved it in all at once. I thought she was going to pass out, she was seeing double for a long time. But still no change. So when he came back we told him so, and he checked her stats and said, "Well we'll get you some more, we can't give you too much more because we've, like, kind of given you enough to kill most people already." We all just stared after him. Was that supposed to be a joke? He didn't laugh when he said it...Shawnee's heart rate went way up, and she was really agitated. I wanted to hit the guy. So he came back and gave her some more, shoved it in there again, and still it did nothing but made her even more light-headed. He also gave her an anti-inflammatory and an anti-nausea. So what do we do now? Send her home, of course! All her tests came back normal, so they didn't know what else to do with her. They gave her a prescription for the stuff she'd left at home as well as Perkasec (sp?) another pain killer. They even had her take two of those before she left. Remember this is a TINY little girl, this was a LOT of medication. She was really shaky and weak.
We made the nurse look at Brittany's foot before he left, and he said he didn't think there was much of a probability that it was broken, but it was probably sprained pretty good and she might want to get it x-rayed. She couldn't put any weight on it.
So on the way out I supported Shawnee and Amanda helped Brittany. Shawnee made it to the lobby before her knees gave out, and I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. She didn't really like being carried, so she made me set her down while we waited for the car, but she put her arms around me and hung on to me like she couldn't feel her legs. When we got to the apartment Shawnee didn't think she could get inside, so I carried her again from the car to the apartment while Amanda played crutch for Brittany again.
This is about 3 am at this point.
Amanda and I went and parked her car, and when we got back Shawnee had crawled to the bathroom so she could wash her face, and Brittany was freaking out because her ice had run out and her foot was swelling and changing colors. Amanda got Brittany more ice while I helped Shawnee. Shawnee wanted to eat something, even though her stomach still hurt, so she ate Wheat Thins while I read to her, then I helped her to bed. Right before she got into bed she made a dash to the bathroom and lost the Wheat Thins. I haven't seen anyone look that white since my roommate's boyfriend ate a whole jar of mayonnaise. So we finally got her to bed and Amanda and I agreed to trade off checking on her every couple hours. So I finally got to bed at 3:30, but got up again at 7:30 to check on her. Turns out she couldn't even sleep, except for about an hour, because every time she started to doze off she STOPPED BREATHING. So she kept waking up coughing and gasping. Great, huh? None of us slept much, Brittany was the only one who managed to get up and limp to class, Amanda and I skipped all of ours and Shawnee cancelled everything she had to do today.
Shawnee continued to throw up everything she ate most of the morning, and she got maybe another hour and a half or two hours of sleep, but not much more. Finally she got another blessing, and the last I heard (she txted me a few minutes ago) she's had some lunch and thinks it'll stay in the same place. And when I left home she was sleeping. So I think we're out of the woods with her.
So at the hospital the other girls were laughing at me and asking why I was the only one without any serious-ish random problem. I figured I'm just lucky that way. But here's the thing. On Sunday I was walking around barefoot and accidentally kicked a big rock someone was using to prop open a door. It hurt really bad, even the next day, but I figured it was just jammed. Well this morning when I went in to check on Shawnee I happened to look down at my foot and my toe is BLACK. Pretty sure I broke it. It's got some nice deep deep blue and purple bruises. I keep staring at it trying to figure out if it's straight or not, but I think we're okay.
So yeah, my apartment is cursed. I just can't wait to see what the next trip to the hospital will be for.