I was left standing beside the car, the world around me quiet and surreal. A few neighbors were out, tending to their gardens or walking their dogs, casting curious glances my way. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but the urgency of my situation forced me to act. Taking out my phone, I dialed for a cab, trying to keep my voice steady as I explained my situation.

Within minutes, a kind driver pulled up, and without hesitation, he helped me into the backseat. Seeing the worry in his eyes was strangely comforting; at least someone acknowledged the gravity of my situation. We made our way to the hospital quickly, the driver skillfully maneuvering through the morning traffic.