My heart sinks as the tones drop. I know it's something bad; I can feel it in the air.

"Station 1," the dispatcher begins, "respond to 852 Westbury Lane for an unresponsive male." I look around; it's just Drew and me. Everyone else is still at the hospital on another call. Panicked, I pick up the radio.

"Station 1, central."

"Go ahead Station 1."

"Medic 1 will be en route; requesting ALS."

"10-4, Station 1."

As Drew starts the medic, I hear dispatch tone out for… Continue