He saved the old woman from death and took her to the hospital, but at that moment he still did not know what would happen next…
“What terrible weather we have today!” he grumbled, peering into the white haze. “God forbid I get stuck halfway…”
The raging blizzard furiously threw snowflakes, turning the street into a frosty whirlwind. Mikhail pulled his head into his shoulders, trying to shield himself from the icy needles stabbing his skin. The exhausting workday had drained his strength, and only the thought of hot tea in a cozy apartment pushed him forward through the snowdrifts.
The entrance, like a beacon in a sea of snow, was already visible ahead when a faint moan made him freeze. A sound, like the rustle of dry leaves in the wind, barely pierced through the blizzard. Mikhail strained his ears, looking closely at the snowdrifts.
“Help… please…” — the voice faded like an ice shard in the sun.
At first, he thought it was a hallucination from hypothermia, but an inner voice insisted: this was real.
“Hey! Is someone here?” — he shouted, covering his mouth with a scarf.
Only an echo answered him until again it was heard: — “Here… very close…”
Approaching the snow-covered wall of the building, Mikhail made out a human figure among the snowdrifts. An elderly woman lay almost buried under the thick snow, her hand with a golden wedding ring on her finger helplessly clutching the edge of the snowdrift.
“Good heavens!” — he dropped to his knees, feeling his jeans get wet. “What happened? How did you end up here?”
Elena Sergeyevna looked at him as if through a fog, her breath escaping in clouds of steam. Her gray strands, sprinkled with frost, resembled a lace shawl.
“I fell… I think my bone is cracked…” — the words came with great difficulty. “People passed by… they didn’t see…”
Mikhail tore off his down jacket, covering the woman with it, and immediately felt the icy air pierce his body. Pulling out his phone, he called emergency services, covering her trembling hands with his.
“Hold on, the medics will arrive soon,” he repeated, rubbing her numb fingers. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
A spark of hope flickered in her eyes, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
“What’s your name?” — he asked to distract her from the pain.
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