A pregnant woman felt ill on the street, no one came to help, and in the hospital something very terrible was discovered 😱😱
A pregnant woman suddenly stopped on a busy street. She staggered, pressed her hand to her stomach and slowly sank to her knees. Passersby moved aside but did not come closer.
“Here the drama begins,” someone muttered in the queue at the café.
“Maybe she’s just dizzy,” said another.
“Or another windler,” snorted the woman in the coat, taking out her phone to film what was happening.
No one moved. Only I stepped forward. Not because I knew what to do, but because I couldn’t look. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips were trembling.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, sitting down next to him.
She couldn’t speak. Contracts? Fainting? Pain? I didn’t know. From behind me came:
– Now he’s going to rob her and become a hero.
– Hey, you! Don’t touch her, you idiot! Maybe she has some kind of infection!
I didn’t listen. I picked her up, carried her to the car, took her to the nearest hospital, but there is something very terrible and scary turned out. 😱😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
The reception area was in a whirlwind.
The doctors jumped up. The minutes dragged on like an eternity. And then the doctor came up:
– You’re just in time. The woman has a ruptured uterus. We’re performing an operation immediately. Without you, she wouldn’t have survived. And neither would the baby.
I stood there stunned. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs.
Two days passed. I came to the ward with flowers, thinking that I would just be happy for her. But when I entered, the woman began to cry.
“You… you have no idea…” she whispered. “This is my fifth child. Four died in the womb. This is the only one left alive. I’ve already said goodbye to him. And you… you’re an angel.”
I sat down next to him. The child was sleeping in the cradle. A girl. Pink, warm, alive.
“What did you name her?” I asked.
The woman smiled through her tears:
– Hope. In your honor.
