He has told me that he has taken a large overdose of tablets, that he wants to die.
He reclines on the ambulance trolley refusing to talk to me, of what he has taken we are not sure. We've done some detective work and from the empty packets it looks like it might be a lethal dose.
Luckily for him, this lethal dose can be treated in hospital.
I ask him why he wants to kill himself.
'I've got nothing', he tells me, 'nothing to live for'.
He's eighteen and already he thinks that his life isn't worth anything.
He lies there, hood drawn over his head, repeating how he has nothing and how he wants to die.
We arrive at hospital and he is put into the resuscitation room.
In the next bed over there is a ten year old girl. She has a lot of medical problems and one of them has gotten suddenly, severely worse.
She struggles for her next breath. The anaesthetist is called and they prepare to intubate her and take over her breathing.
Every breath she draws in is fought for, every moment is now a battle for her to stay alive – and she continues to fight.
Her parents want nothing more than for her to see tomorrow. They pray, her doctors and nurses work, she continues to fight.
Across the world people die – they die because they don't have food, beccause they don't have clean water, because they aren't vaccinated against the childhood diseases that we in the developed world conquered years ago.
People in tin shacks struggle to make it through a life of crushing poverty, they take what joy they can in the little things in life.
And across the world, in a country where you are fed and clothed and housed, where you have access to good quality medical care a teenager who 'has nothing' takes a handful of pills and calls an ambulance.