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!

I didn’t listen. I picked her up, took her to my car, and drove to the nearest hospital. There, something very frightening and awful was revealed. Continuation in the first comment

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.