Have you ever saved someone's life?

So I had just finished enrolling in my classes for the fall semester in college today. I was leaving with my mom (who was driving me because my license expired) (I was on vacation when I was supposed to receive my hard copy) when I got a call from my girlfriend. At first I was confused, but when I answered the phone it got much worse. She was sobbing, telling me that she "wanted to say goodbye" and **** like that. She told me that she took a lot of pills and that she loved me and wanted to say goodbye. Immediately I went into full-shock mode. I couldn't believe it. She lived a bit away from where I lived and because she just moved, I didn't know her address. We knew the town, so my mom took off as fast as she could down the highway. All the while, I was on the phone with her, talking, trying to get more information, to keep her attention. I learned that she had taken eight times her prescribed amount of Seroquel, which is a sleeping pill (roughly 200mg of the **** ). Throughout the car ride, I did my best to keep her attention, but I could tell we were starting to lose her. I would ask her, "what's 12 x 5?" then she'd answer "60", and then I'd ask her "what's 60 x 5?" and so on. I even asked about her shoes, what color were they, where she got them, when did she get them, that sort of thing. Anything to keep her awake. I kept saying things like "we're coming to get you", "you're going to be ok", and "don't fall asleep, ok?" amidst "I love you"s. After we were over half way there, we got her actual address. Even though we were only driving for about half an hour, it felt like hours. The whole time down I was shaking like a ******* leaf. When we found her she was a mess. Looking like a zombie, she shuffled to our car as I literally jumped out to help her. She was dizzy and tired, dangerously so. After finding an Urgent Care center, we were told that they actually couldn't help her and that we had to go to the emergency room. The whole time she looked about ready to fall over and die. When we finally got to the emergency room, they put her in a wheelchair (thanks to the amazing people at the Urgent Care center who messaged the hospital in advance, seriously, thanks). It turned out that I was the only person she told about this. She suffers from aspergers and bi-polar disorder, among some other mental disorders I can't remember. I learned that she had done similar things in the past with medications, which terrified me. If I hadn't been there to answer the phone or pick her up, I dread to think what would have happened. I'm not sure if I'm a sociopath or something, but besides the initial shock and panic (and a few shed tears), I don't really feel upset. I really don't feel much of anything besides this tiny, deep disappointment.

TL: DR I saved my girlfriend's life after she attempted to commit suicide and I don't feel good. I feel like I'm somehow responsible, even though it was her brother that instigated the event.

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