However, there was an unfamiliar face beside me, asking,
"Are you awake? I'm your neighbor downstairs. I wanted to see how the fire was going, but when I went upstairs, I saw you lying on the ground alone. So, I sent you to the hospital. Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
I struggled to move my limbs, but when my hands touched my stomach, my movements stopped.
"I'm sorry, when I brought you here, the doctor said that your baby could not be saved ...."
I tugged at the corner of my lips and said with a bitter smile, "I don't blame you, I know."
"Thank you for taking me to the hospital."
Even strangers could tell at a glance that something was wrong with me, but my husband of five years was too lazy to give me a glance.
He was more irritated to see me depressed than I was myself.
"I don't know what's going on with these rescue teams. Why don't they save a person lying there?"
"If I hadn't gone upstairs to see you, you would be dead now! Where are your family members? Does the father of the child not care about you?"
"If you have his number, I'll contact him. You can't be alone without someone by your side right now."