On Fifth and Anger, I'm flagged down. A man points down the street and says, "There's a guy bad off."
I roll down Anger. On Fourth, I see a man lying in the turn lane, his head touching the curb.
A man in a wheelchair, on the closer curb, shouts, "You gonna help him?"
Yeah.
I flip on the overheads, use the prowler to block his body.
The body is limp and barely breathing. On closer examination, it's not a ped struck. It's on OD.
I notify radio, ask for Med, and reach into my work bag. I pull out my Narcan, open the package, and shoot the spray up his nose.
He rouses enough to regularly breath.
My cover arrives and we pull him to his feet and sit him on nearby stairs.
He's still on the nod.
Medical arrives. We recommend he goes to the hospital. The man says, "You see, the problem is ... I am an opiate addict."
He explains to the ambulance crew, "I need to get high."
With kind convincing, they get him on the gurney. He's out before they can shut the door.
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