Off 5th, an OD is down; his face, the color of blueberry yogurt, soaked in ripples of sweat and doused in cold water. His eyes are rolled back. His breath is thin.
Five narcan applicators are litter around him. I give him sixth, see the vomit in the corner of his mouth and nostrils, and roll him into a rescue position. All the Narcan pours out, and then the vomit.
Medics arrive, inject Narcan in his arm. Working on clearing the air way, they apply suction and intubate. The vomit clears, but then blood begins pouring out.
The man's body spasms.
Fire fighters jump in the ambulance to help the paramedics en route to the hospital. He's coding.
At the ER, I drop off the man's wheelchair to see the a team working him him furiously.
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