I didn't know where else to put this, so I thought this forum was acceptable.
Tonight I lost my friend to a heroin overdose.
My pager went off for a 23-year-old male in Cardiac Arrest at so and so location - Echo response. I didn't notice the address at first, but I called in to dispatch stating that they had a driver available. The dispatch notified me that the ambulance had already left and that I should head to one of the substations just in case they needed back up. As I left my house I saw the ambulance cross my path on a road that runs perpendicular with my road. The ambulance, and a police officer, both got ahead of me as I ran to the substation. I saw the ambulance turn down a block, and I proceeded down towards the station still.
Of course when I got to the station they released us saying we were not needed. I started to head back to my house. Once I got to the street where the ambulance turned on I could see the lights down the road. I decided to pass by in my car, since it looked like it was coming from my friends house - I was right. I didn't stop, I just went home and though to myself that I hoped everything was ok. It was my friends house, the page came out to his description, and for an cardiac arrest echo response nonetheless.
I decided to drive by again to make sure everything was ok. I know that I am personally not allowed to drive my pov to a scene, but the ambulance was gone by now, but police were still plentiful. I walked up to the door and knocked and his uncle came downstairs. I never really talked to his Uncle, and he was kind of upset at first when he saw me. I guess he thought I contributed to his death, but I informed him that I was in the department, that we got a call, and that I wanted to make sure everything was ok since I didn't make the ambulance. He informed me, teary-eyed, that my friend had passed away due to a heroin overdose.
This literally happened within the past hour, and I am still trying to cope with it. When joining the department I always knew there was a chance of me answering a call in which someone I knew was hurt. I think fate didn't want me to know this early since I missed the ambulance... but I found out either way. He was only 23. The last time that I saw him was a week and a half ago or so when it attended my daughter's Christening.
This is the first time in my life that I've lost a friend this close to me... and I feel even worse that it was over something so stupid such as heroin. He had just gotten back from rehab about 8-9 months prior. I wish I had known about his use again so I could have done something to intervene.
Thanks for reading.
And if anyone else has had any experiences like this and would like to share, I am all ears.