Exit from the Land of Nod

It's five-thirty on a snowy Christmas Eve. I'm sitting on a cold steel chair, at a cold steel table, surrounded by drab white cinderblock walls with my hands clamped inside cold steel handcuffs, while my best friend, my BBFF, is dying in a hospital not more than three blocks away. I'm wondering, how can what I did for my best friend's last wish be all that bad? Where did it all go wrong?
This is just the beginning of a wonderful magical journey of two best friends, one diagnosed with only weeks to live, and an earnest request from her to me. Would I do it again? Probably.