It was just past 3:00 p.m. at the downtown hospital, and the corridor outside the emergency ward was unusually quiet. Nurses moved between rooms. Monitors beeped rhythmically. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary—until a gasp cut through the silence.
A security guard at the front entrance stood frozen. Through the sliding glass doors came a sight that stopped him cold: a small Black girl, no older than six, barefoot and alone, trembling as she shuffled into the hallway. She was wearing a pale pink dress that clung tightly to her swollen belly.
It was stretched unnaturally, the fabric thin and fraying. Her arms were wrapped around her middle, and her lips quivered as she fought back tears. She looked terrified—and she was clearly in pain. Behind the front desk, a young nurse stood up.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” she called out, already rushing around the counter.
But the girl didn’t answer. She took a…..Read Full Story Here……………………..
