A pregnant woman suddenly felt unwell on the street, but no one came to help. At the hospital, something truly terrible was discovered

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.

— Here comes the drama, someone mumbled in the line outside a café.

— Maybe she’s just dizzy, said another.

— 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 — I just couldn’t stand by and watch. Her face was pale as paper, her lips trembling.

— Are you okay? I asked, kneeling beside her.

She couldn’t speak. Labor? Fainting? Pain? I didn’t know. Behind me I heard:

— He’s probably going to rob her and then play the hero.

— Hey, you! Don’t touch her, idiot! Maybe she has something contagious!

Everything in the waiting room spun.

Doctors rushed over. Minutes felt like hours. Then a doctor approached:

— You got her here just in time. The woman had a uterine rupture. We’re taking her into surgery immediately. Without you, she wouldn’t have survived. The baby either.

I stood frozen. I couldn’t 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.

— You… you don’t understand… she whispered. — 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… you’re an angel.

I sat beside her. The baby was asleep in the cradle. A girl. Pink, warm, alive.

— What did you name her? I asked.

Through tears, the woman smiled:

— Hope. After you.

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