A pregnant woman suddenly felt unwell on the street, but no one came to help. At the hospital, something truly terrible was discovered. đ±đ±
On a busy street, a pregnant woman suddenly stopped. She swayed, clutched her belly, and slowly sank to her knees. Passersby stepped aside, but no one came closer.
â Here comes the drama, someone mumbled in the line outside a cafĂ©.
â Maybe she’s just dizzy, said another.
â Or another scammer, scoffed a woman in a coat as she took out her phone to record.
No one moved. Only I stepped forward. Not because I knew what to do â I just couldnât stand by and watch. Her face was pale as paper, her lips trembling.
â Are you okay? I asked, kneeling beside her.
She couldnât speak. Labor? Fainting? Pain? I didnât know. Behind me I heard:
â Heâs probably going to rob her and then play the hero.
â Hey, you! Donât touch her, idiot! Maybe she has something contagious!
I didnât listen. I picked her up, took her to my car, and drove to the nearest hospital. There, something very frightening and awful was revealed. đ±đ± Continuation in the first comment đđ
Everything in the waiting room spun.
Doctors rushed over. Minutes felt like hours. Then a doctor approached:
â You got her here just in time. The woman had a uterine rupture. Weâre taking her into surgery immediately. Without you, she wouldnât have survived. The baby either.
I stood frozen. I couldnât feel my arms or legs.
Two days later, I went to her hospital room with flowers, just to share her joy. But when I entered, the woman started to cry.
â You⊠you donât understand⊠she whispered. â This is my fifth child. The other four died in the womb. This one⊠is the only one who made it. I had already said goodbye. But you⊠youâre an angel.
I sat beside her. The baby was asleep in the cradle. A girl. Pink, warm, alive.
â What did you name her? I asked.
Through tears, the woman smiled:
â Hope. After you.
