After visiting his fiancée in the hospital, Ian was heartbroken. Suddenly, a beggar boy came up him

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-The beggar approached Ian and handed him his phone. Ian looked at the video and turned pale. He had to act urgently! He strode quickly across the hospital hall, suddenly realizing he didn't know where to go.
He grabbed the shoulders of the first woman in a white coat, who gasped and looked at him with frightened eyes.
"Rachael... Rachael Mobley... What ward is she in? Where is she?" His voice hissed and trembled, bouncing on syllables like an unstable cardiogram.
The doctor pursed her lips, looking confused at the strange man. He shook her weakly, unable to control himself.
"Rachael Mobley! She was brought here two days ago! My bride!" he nearly shouted.
Hearing the word "bride," the woman seemed to snap out of her stupor. A flicker of understanding and even pity crossed her face. "Ah, yes... Second floor, ward thirteen."
The man didn't even thank her, immediately running for the stairs. Waiting for the elevator seemed unforgivably long. He kept repeating the room number—thirteen. A damn dozen...
Ian wasn't superstitious, but he followed some rules due to his profession. As a sailor, he knew a ship that changed its name was haunted by bad luck. He always stepped onto the deck with his right foot and never whistled on the ship.
These were habits rather than real fears. The captain once told him that a red sky in the evening promised good luck, but a red sky at sunrise meant trouble.
Now, Ian involuntarily remembered standing on the ship's deck early one morning, looking at the horizon. They were close to home. He thought about how soon their crew would go ashore for three whole months.
Some of these "sea wolves" were invited to Ian and Rachael's wedding, set to take place in a week.
Ian couldn't wait to get home and embrace his bride. She had her bachelorette party planned for that night, while the groom's friends would meet a day later. At one point, Ian looked up at the rising sun.
It was red—so red it seemed as if thick blood, not seawater, lay beyond. Ian remembered the captain's words but paid no attention. What failures could await him? Nonsense.
After all, he would soon see his bride, embrace her, hold her close. Soon, he'd call her his wife—his sweet, beloved Rachael. At that moment, he was the happiest man on earth and thought nothing could change that. How wrong he was...
The ship was delayed by bad weather. When the sailors finally overcame the elements and dropped anchor in their home port, terrible news awaited: Rachael was hospitalized.
His future mother-in-law, Mrs.Mobley, called. Her voice, torn by excitement and tears, explained:
"Rachael was coming from the club, after her bachelorette party. She was attacked from behind, dragged into an alley between establishments.