"Because of what you do..."

Last night was a harrowing experience, in a way. I'm gonna make this as brief as possible.

One of my friends' girlfriend broke up with him recently. He was in love with her, and I guess it came with some not-for-the-better changes in her character. So, anyways, I guess she told him to kill himself. He decided to go for it. He cut his wrist and his neck.

...While he was talking to me online. So I freaked out and made him call me. Fortunately, because I had no idea what to do, some of my friends that live on my floor with me are ginormous insomniacs so they helped me deal. We put Xander on the phone to tell him how to stop the bleeding (which we did). Meanwhile, we called 911 (telling him we were calling a helpline for tips to help deal with the cuts...) and gave them his phone number (since we didn't know where he was or his last name -- I'm bad with last names). In twenty minutes, Massachusetts cops had arrived.

Of course, by then someone had come home drunk and helped him clean up, and he wasn't bleeding anymore. So he was able to convince the cops he was fine, so they left.
Except that as I was getting ready for bed I get an IM from someone who is apparently living with him. They discovered he had an out-standing warrant (for a traffic fine he didn't pay, as I recall) so they came back and arrested him. That was the last I heard.

Oh boy.