WHERE ARE THE FUCKING PARAMEDICS?!

No it can’t be I won’t let it happen I refuse to let her die, i'm only a little fucking boy what the hell am I supposed to do?
I see the vodka bottle and the now empty valium container along with the other empty pill bottles on the floor. God knows what was in them.
I threw my book bag down and grabbed the cell phone, rushed into the kitchen, tears streaming down my rosy cheeks, as I just had run from the bus stop to my house.
This was normal procedure for me, but what I didn’t expect was to see my friend collapse in front of me into the kitchen floor, as I walked into the house.
“NO! NOOOOO!!” I cried as I talked to her “don’t die Jess!! I love you!!” but no response came from her.
I quickly called 9-1-1 and the lady picked up ‘9-1-1 rescue’ she asked questions to such as what he took and the lady told me to remain calm and everything would be alright.
I remember franticly yelling my address at her and exclaiming HOW CAN EVERY THING BE ALRIGHT! HE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE! He... He... He... OVERDOSED! She asked how old I was.
Since I sounded so young, and yet knew so much about the subject.
I'm 21 years old thank you very much I said sarcastically I don’t know it BECAUSE I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT IT I know it because it's not the first fucking time he’s done it! I yelled.
In fact this would be the 3rd time I’ve saved her or attempted to save her from most certain death, I thought to myself as she was babbling on about how I need counseling and it would help a great deal.
Blah blah blah blah is all I heard. I didn’t need to hear all that. WHERE ARE THE FUCKING PARAMEDICS?! I yelled.
And moments later they came in the door of the house and I told the lady they were here and I rudely hung up on her.
The paramedic guy asked me where my parents were and I told him my father was at work and my mother lived out-of-state.
So I hopped into the ambulance with my friend and then at the hospital they asked how old he was and I replied he’s 19, everything’s in his wallet, where did you put his belongings?
The nurse handed me a bag of clothing and I shoved my hand in and fished around for the wallet, and handed her his driver’s license and insurance card and she walked out of the room.
By that time I had already called my father and told him what had happened and that he was in the hospital to have his stomach pumped, room 105.
Now he had come to see how he was doing but I told him just go back to work.
I’d take care of him. And he shoved 50$ into my hand and told me to call a cab when he was released, take her home and make sure you stay here tonight.
Don’t you fucking go around getting drunk or whoreing around tonight you hear me? Yeah yeah I hear you Dad!!!
Now just go get lost and leave me be, and with that he left. This was normal for her; it didn’t shock me at all.
My Daddy hated Jessica, after all it was his step-son but never the less I always took care of her.
“Oh God Jessica don’t die on me, this would make TWO people in my life now that have died from suicide, I wont let you go you’re the only one I have left!
Remember all the good times we had? DAMNIT don’t you remember?!” and I cried myself to sleep right by hier side, in the chair and I didn’t wake up until the next morning when I heard Jessica’s voice she had said...
“well good morning sleepy head!” and I rushed to her side and gave her a big hug, “thank you God... your not dead, I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you”