Nazım

Buşra// because of me?

IDK LOL

tell me what happens, yo

But I do want to give all of you a sincere thanks for showing your support on the story so far alhamdulilah.

B U Ş R A

{all for me?}

Something like wind howling...

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot was still embedded in his memory. It took away all calmness in his mind. He couldn't think straight. Although he did know he was awake, he still struggled to open his eyes. He could feel some sort of light that made him see an opaque red on his eyelids. Nazım coughed for several moments in which he barely found time to breathe. He tried to sit up but a sharp pain in his side accompanying all the aches he had already forced him back down, where he kept coughing, no matter how much it hurt to even move.

After catching his breath, he lay there for a while, and opened his eyes halfway, staring lazily at the ceiling as he listened to the sound of himself breathing. Despite everything that had happened before, he had never felt so weak in such a long time. Nazım was hot under the thick layer of blankets that kept him in the hospital bed but if he tried to take them off it was just another blast of cold air. Sometimes he hated winter. He looked at his hands, putting them up in the air before his face--curling them and then unfurling them. He did the same with his toes but it seemed that his right foot wasn't cooperating. He was too tired to care enough, but he was thankful he could still move somewhat. Especially with what had happened after last night.

Thinking about how he fell into the lake gave him shudders down his back, and it sent him scared. He didn't like thinking about how cold that water was. How it made him feel like he couldn't move after not being in there for too long, how he felt his thoughts slow down, how he felt that he was going to...

--Nazım shook the morbid thoughts out of his head. Then he focused on trying to move his feet. He turned his left foot left and right, in all the directions it could go. He felt a thick bandage wrapped that foot, but he didn't remember where it came from. He tried to lift that leg up but a sharp pain shooting down his leg sent it back down again. Nazım's mouth opened in a non-audible pain, and he grimaced. Instead he turned to the right leg and tried to lift it up, which it did. Then he tried to turn his foot from right to left, but he couldn't feel anything. Confused, he lifted the blankets and looked down to see his entire foot was wrapped in a thick bundle of white bandages through which red had bled.

Nazım threw the blanket back and laid back in the pillows with an aggravated sigh. Never had he seen himself so broken in every way possible.

What had happened to Berkant that night? What happened to the money? How long was he not awake? Did they think he was dead?

I know You can hear me, he thought., because that's all he could do that he had the energy for. That's why I'm telling you how much it hurts. I thought I was better than everyone else and look where it got me. I hate the feeling of hurt pride, which is why I'll never try to experience it again. Look at how temporary I am, God. "Look at me," he barely whispered after the thoughts became too loud.

He felt a grip on his right hand and he tried to sit up, and instead he felt a sharp sting in his side before he laid back down. He heard a quick gasp and felt someone's arms wrap around his neck and shoulder area. One of the spots which ached. He heard the creak of the door repeatedly being opened back and forth, accepting new visitors into the room.

"Thank God you're awake!" Nesrin said breathlessly, still squeezing the life out of him. He could tell she was crying. Knowing his arms couldn't do anything requiring the faintest amount of exertion, he stayed there in his position. "I thought you wouldn't survive, I really did." She sniffed, still keeping a hold on him.