I am this for my old coworker. Honestly I don't really like her that much. She is annoying, we have different world views, she's very sheltered and not interested in expanding her world view. I know some of why she is that way and I don't blame her, we just aren't ever going to be best buds.
One day she quit. No notice, no warning. She came into work in the morning and by 11am she was gone without a word. She texted me while I was at lunch saying thanks for being a good coworker.
I called her and asked why she quit and invited myself to her apartment for drinks that night once my shift was over. She agreed, but seemed reluctant. I had half a mind to go on with my day, but something was really nagging me about her tone so I talked to my boss and asked if I could go check on her. He agreed it was a good idea.
When I got to her apartment she didn't answer the door, but had fortunately left it unlocked. She told me later it was because she didn't want EMS to break the door down. I found her on the couch. Her puppy was licking her hand. It was just like a movie.
She'd taken a bottle of Vicodin. I called 911 and moved her to the floor in recovery position while I waited. She was breathing, albeit shallowly, so I didn't have to do CPR. The EMTs were very efficient and everything happened in a whirlwind. Once they were gone I was left with her dog and a house full of medical trash.
I got her dad's number from my boss and told him what happened. He said, "Oh" and hung up. I'd give him the benefit of the doubt given his daughter had just tried to kill herself but I know for a fact he's an asshole. He didn't even come visit her in the hospital afterwards even though he lived 2 hours away. My parents would've jumped on the first flight if I ever did anything like that. I took her dog out and got someone else at work to look after it. Of course I didn't tell them what happened, just said she was sick.
I visited her every day in the hospital, then the psych ward. But once she was out and moved in with her mom I stopped babysitting. I told her to call me if she ever needed anything at all, of course, but being around her is very draining and I have my own mental problems to take care of.
Fortunately she's doing well now. She apologized for cursing me out the first day I came to visit her after the attempt and thanked me for helping her through that hard time in her life. She came out of the closet and is getting married this year to a girl she met. I am Facebook friends with her and it makes me feel good that I was there and able to help.
Just because I'm not there for her during the good times doesn't mean I don't care about her wellbeing. I don't particularly get along with her but she still holds value and contributes to society. I want her to be happy, it just doesn't make me happy to be around her so I don't make an effort to see her on a regular basis. I'm pretty sure she feels the same way about me. She's grateful to me (she told me so) but she doesn't like me and that's fine. I know that if I ever needed someone the way she needed me she would be there to return the favor.