FH gave me the biggest scare last night and I am still trying to calm down...

I usually do not like to write about bad things that are happening, but I feel so alone and helpless right now, I just can't stop thinking. Last night I spoke with FH after returning from my cousin's daughter's first b-day. When I called him, he told me that he was in Coconut Grove (thant's in Miami--FH lives in MIA, I am in Philly). I could tell by his voice that he was drunk and i called him out on it. I knew that he had been rinking at home earlier because he had told me that he had been stressed out so he bought himself a bottle of grey goose and sugar free red bull and had been drinking in the house. Now FH does not normally drink and he rarely goes out so of course I was very concerned when I heard what he was up to. I became even more concerned when he told me that he was by himself and then started going on about how lonely he felt, that he had no true friends he could count on etc. I have never heard him talk like that and he really started to sacre me. I told him to call me back when he was going to leave and to walk around a bit. That was at 9:30pm. 11:00pm and still no call. I called him and he told me that he couldn't find his care. He sounded so drunk and slurred. He told me he was scared and just wanted to go to sleep on the ground. I was freaking out. Being a doctor and all, all I could think is that if he past out on the ground completely intoxicated, he would end up in rhabdo, with muscle breakdown and eventual acute kidney failure and who knows even respiratory depression/arrest if he wasn't found soon enough (like my usual friday-saturday male patients). I kept trying to get him to wake up and all and i felt so helpless because I am so far away. I thankfully found his niece's number and called her and told her what was happening. The hardest part though is that FH was so far gone, he couldn't even tell me where exactly he was. Thankfully his sister was able to find him at 4:00 am in the morning and he is okay. But he went back today to try to find his car and could not find it. He searched for over 10hours and no luck. FH isn't concerned about the car but his life is in the trunk because all his tools (over 25,000 worth) were in the car. He of course is devastated and ashamed. The scariest part about it all is that when I talked to him today, he told me that he didn't even remember how he got to the Grove, he doesn't remeber driving, or anything!!! Hearing that and knowing that the Grove is over 30minutes away from the house I can not help but cry everytime I think that I could have lost him, because it is a miracle that he didn't get himself killed.
FH and I are very spiritual (especially FH being a believer in los santos) and I almost feel like there is a bad spirit over him. He when today to his Babalo to get seen. I just hope everything works out. Your prayers are appreciated. I am sorry for the long post, but I needed to talk