Kevin’s instincts kicked in immediately. The young woman was clearly in distress, and it didn’t take long for him to realize she was pregnant and likely in labor. Memories of an emergency first aid course he had taken years ago flooded back as he knelt by her side.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here to help,” Kevin assured her. The woman, between gasps of pain, nodded, her eyes wide with fear. Kevin turned to the cashier, who was pacing nervously. “Call for an ambulance, now!” he barked, his voice steady and commanding.

The cashier fumbled for his phone and nodded, stepping aside to make the call. Kevin focused on the woman, introducing himself. “What’s your name?” he asked gently.

“Sarah,” she whispered, her face contorted in pain.

“Alright, Sarah. Help is on the way, but for now, I need you to take deep breaths and try to stay calm,” Kevin instructed, hoping to keep her focused. He checked her pulse and noted her breathing, trying to recall what little he knew about childbirth.

Minutes felt like hours, but Kevin kept talking to Sarah, asking her about her family, her plans, anything to keep her engaged and distracted from the pain. He learned that she was on her way to her sister’s house when the contractions had started unexpectedly.

Finally, the distant wail of sirens grew louder, and relief washed over Kevin as paramedics rushed in. They quickly assessed the situation, and Kevin stepped back, letting the professionals take over. Sarah was in good hands now.

“Thank you,” Sarah murmured as she was loaded onto a stretcher. Kevin nodded, a mix of relief and pride swelling in his chest. He watched as the ambulance sped away, and the realization of what had just happened began to sink in.

The cashier, still visibly shaken, approached Kevin. “You saved her, you know,” he said, gratitude evident in his voice.

Kevin shrugged, his humility shining through. “I just did what anyone would have done.”