Grandma… I’m a paramedic.

The bus seemed to freeze, as if time itself had stopped for a moment.

The young man immediately rushed to the grandmother. Confidently and quickly, without panic, he removed her thick scarf, unbuttoned the top button of her sweater, and helped her take a deeper breath.

— Breathe, calmly… Don’t panic, — he said softly, completely unlike the “rude boy” the woman had just called him.

He acted as if he already knew exactly what to do: he checked her pulse, slightly lifted her to make her feel more comfortable.

— She’s having strong spasms, her blood pressure is unstable, — he said quickly, taking out his phone. — We need an ambulance immediately.

He dialed the number and clearly, like a professional, gave the address, the bus route, and the woman’s condition.

— Hold on, Grandma, the doctors are on their way, — he said, looking her in the eyes. — I’m with you, everything will be fine.

The grandmother, still pale and weak, barely opened her eyes. For a moment, her gaze showed surprise, even embarrassment. She seemed to want to say something, but didn’t have the strength — she only nodded faintly.