Crazy, insane phone calls in the middle of the night

It's 9:30pm and Craig and I kiss each other good night.

12:45AM, the phone rings. I jolt awake, afraid--

It's B's roommate, I realize. He sounds out of it.
"I'm worried about B", he says?

"What? What's wrong?" I shriek back. I hear C bolt upright and awake.

There's a pause-- M says "sorry, I shouldn't have called".

The line goes dead.

I lay in bed, heart pounding.

The phone rings a few minutes later. It's M. He says my son is hallucinating and acting weird. He sounds loaded/drunk, to me. I ask him if B had used anything. No, he says, he had a couple drinks with M.
He starts to prattle some crazy stuff to me, and says that B is asleep. I hear call waiting, but M is yelling to B to wake up! I hear him pleading with B to respond.

C's cellphone rings. It's B's dad. In the meantime, M is telling me a crazy story-- something so wild that I can't even talk about it for fear it might be true.
I see C getting dressed. B gets on the phone, and he sounds out of it-- like he's been sleeping. He says he wants to go to a meeting... I tell him I'll come get him.
The line goes dead.

C and I drive to B's apartment at 1:05am. I call B and he answers his cellphone. B sounds coherent and fine. He says he's sorry I got called. He says there's drama going on, but he can't talk about it. I ask him to come downstairs so I can see that he's okay. Instead, he leans over the balcony, with M and they both appear okay. B says he's sorry I got a call in the middle of the night. He reassures me that he's okay.

I call B's dad, who is on the brink of hysteria. He wants me to call the paramedics. B's dad says that B had called him earlier to say he's going to drown himself in the river. This reminds me of when he OD's on his Kolonopin.

I tell B's dad I can't force B into the car.

We get home at 1:15am. I lay awake until about 2 am, visualizing giving this to God. It's more than I can handle.

It's 5:20am, and the alarm goes off. I jump, and realize I have to go to work. I'm exhausted. I call B. No answer. I pray.

It's 6:45am and I'm driving to work. I call B. No answer.

It's 7:20am and B answers the phone.

"B, are you okay?"

"Yes, mom."

"What the hell happened, last night?" "M was talking crazy stuff."

"I'm sorry, mom."

"Are you at work?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I just want to you are are alright".

"I love you, mom".

It's 4:20pm. When I get home, I'm making a light supper then turning off the lights by 9pm.

I need to sleep.

Please, God. No more calls in the middle of the night. You are watching over my son.
I pray this is all part of your plan.

Mom