It felt like my heart had been torn open, a gaping wound of despair that throbbed with every breath I took. I couldn't even cry anymore; my voice was weak as I pleaded, "I... don't have a husband or any family... Please, you must save my baby."

The nurse glanced between my legs, her expression troubled yet professional. "We'll do our best," she assured me, her voice steady but laced with urgency.

Hearing this from the medical staff provided a flicker of relief amidst my panic. ...