As I stood over the prone body of a man, his pale face relaxed as if in sleep, I wondered what his last thoughts had been.
Had he thought of his family? Perhaps a girlfriend or wife? Or had his only thought been for the heroin seeping into his vein, taking him away from all such concerns and killing him so swiftly that the needle was still embedded in his cold, lifeless arm?
More important, what if the medics had arrived in time to administer the drug that could have saved his life? Of course it is impossible to say what …