Hours passed.
Too many.
Asli couldn't sleep.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe properly.
Every sound made her jump.
Every second stretched endlessly.
Then—
The door opened.
She rushed out.
Ferhat stood there.
Alive.
Injured.
Relief hit her so hard it almost hurt.
"You're bleeding!" she said, rushing to him.
"It's nothing."
"It's not nothing!"
She guided him to sit, her hands already working.
Cleaning.
Bandaging.
Saving.
Like always.
But this time…
Her hands trembled.
"Why are you shaking?" he asked quietly.
She didn't answer.
Because the truth was simple.
She was afraid.
Not of him.
But of losing him.