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Part 16

🌟 EDA POV 🌟

I woke with a killer headache and was in the hospital. Oh, Lord. Serkan was sitting on the chair beside my stretcher; my aunt was beside him.

"Hala," I spoke, my voice rough from sleep.

"Canim," she whispered, approaching and stroking my cheek. "You passed out."

"Right... but why am I in the hospital?"

It wasn't the first time I fainted. In fact, it was a common thing when I was stressed out – vasovagal syndrome and all.

"You're here because you hit your head, Eda. Not even the smell of rubbing alcohol made you regain consciousness." Serkan's tone was that of worry.

"The doctor did some tests. Nothing clinically concerning, but Serkan insisted that they did a cat scan on your and a blood test."

My eyes fell on Serkan.

"I'm going to let the nurse know that you're awake. The doctor is going to want to examine you," Hala added.

I nodded.

"Hey," I called to Serkan.

He looked my way.

"I often faint when I'm overly stressed. My body just shuts off. It's no big deal. I promise," I told Serkan, trying to reassure him.

"You didn't see your head hit the floor, Eda. You didn't wake up. You were unconscious," he repeated.

"My body must have decided it was prime time to catch up on sleep," I teased. "Come on, Serkan. Please, lighten up. I'm really fine; I promise."

"It's not funny, Eda. What if you had seriously hurt yourself?" He asked, frustrated with the lightness I displayed toward my current situation.

I reached out to Serkan, and however mad he was, he couldn't refuse me.

"Eda, why didn't you tell me that you were uncomfortable with how close Kiraz had gotten to Bensu or with Kiraz calling her Anne?" Serkan asked, serious, direct.

I sighed, finally recalling what had made me lose consciousness in the first place. I lowered my eyes and remained silent.

"Or will you lie to me again and tell me it concerns your coursework? Because this time, I won't even pretend to consider that option," he deadpanned. 

"Serkan," I tried to say, but he cut me off.

"Eda, why won't you trust me?" He questioned, defeated, moving away from my touch.

I quickly sat up, trying to prevent him from moving farther away, which generated a strike of pain to the back of my head.

"Careful," he grumbled, reluctantly coming back toward me and letting me hug his trunk and lean my head against his chest. "If you don't want to do it for yourself, do it for me."

I started laughing, "That phrase is mine!"

Serkan remembered the moment I'd uttered those words to him, and a sliver of a grin appeared on his lips. Only it faded quickly. "You scared the crap out of me, Eda." He wrapped his arms around me, stroking my back. "I don't think I'd survive losing you."

His words pulled a string in my heart. This wasn't about Eda Yilidiz not being a careful person. It was about Serkan Bolat not feeling enough for me because I hadn't trusted him like he had me. And this might also mean I didn't care for him as deeply.

"I'll take care of myself from now on," I promised only because my brain was too addled to allow a good enough answer to the true meaning behind his words.