Last night I was heading out to hang with some friends. As I was heading out the door I heard my brother breathing really oddly. I went into his room and saw him on the floor spreadeagled. His eyes were rolling back into his head and his lips were turning blue. I called 911 immediatly and the ambulances came. He spent the whole night at the hospital and got back this morning. He barely survived.

This is my 3rd time having to call 911 for him in the 6 years he's been alive. And every time it scares me even more. The amount of near-death experiences he's had is just sad. He has Down Syndrome to top everything off and he's spent so much time in the hospital for countless surguries and stuff like that.

If I hadn't heard him as I was leaving, he'd be dead. And that stress of constantly having to be aware is just so fucking hard because I always have it.

I feel so bad for him.

Tl;dr My brother stopped breathing and ambulances barely got there in time to save him.