Aşktan Korkma (ENG) [Ended]

Chapter 33

- Defne, wake up! - Asked Selim, who had been waiting for a few moments for some kind of reflex on her part.

The girl finally slowly opened her eyes. The image in front of her was still blurry, so she blinked her eyelids. This time she saw exactly the face of Selim, who was crouching by her side. He looked worried.

- It's all right now. - He assured her, placing his hand on her palm resting along her body. - 'Do you remember what happened?

- I stepped on glass, saw blood flowing and suddenly I felt sick,' sighed Defne, looking around.

It occurred to her that she was lying under a tree that protected her face from the sun's rays. Her feet were slightly elevated due to the position of her shoes and rucksack, which improved blood circulation to her brain. She guessed that Selim had come up with the idea.

- 'I'm panicky about blood and that's why I lost consciousness,' she added, realising that she had never actually told Korkmaz the reason for her fainting before. - It is professionally called haemophobia.

- I understand. - Selim sent her a smile. - Listen to me carefully. Now think of something pleasant while I check on your foot wound, okay? I wouldn't want you to faint again.

Defne complied with the brunet's command. At first, she didn't know what she should focus on so she wouldn't have to think about what was driving her to unconsciousness. After a while, however, she found a way to do so. She remembered the parachute jump. It was the last good thing they experienced together, apart from a romantic dinner, before she found out about Selim's hidden secret.

He, meanwhile, searched through her backpack. He remembered that earlier she had wet wipes, which he then used to wipe his hands with after eating an ice cream, and today they might have been useful to at least wash her feet of sand and shreds of grass. Inside, he found a few things he wouldn't have even thought of. For example, he came across a beautician's bag in which he had rummaged for a needle and thread.

He didn't understand why he carried such things with him, but at that moment he didn't have time to think about it. In his pocket he found a packet of plasters. He took out the largest one and gently secured the wound on his foot. To stop the bleeding, he still tied a sling, which he also found in his rucksack. With this makeshift dressing they were able to go to the hospital.

- I did what I could to stop the bleeding and prevent the wound from becoming infected," Selim announced. - 'It doesn't change the fact that a surgeon should look at your foot. As far as I can see, it's not going to happen without specialist intervention.

- Does it really look that bad? - Defne was horrified, carefully raising herself to sit down.

- 'I could try to tackle the removal of the glass shard at home, but I'd rather not risk it,' sighed Selim, tucking the removed items into his rucksack. - 'You've got quite an arsenal here, by the way.

- You never know what can happen and when,' laughed Defne as Selim held the needle pack in his hand. - 'For example, a button could fall off your blouse right now.'

It wasn't long before the man had completely cleaned up the mess around them. He loosened his braces slightly and put her backpack on his back. He looked comical as he was still wearing the outfit from the divorce hearing. He then helped Defne up from the grass, extending his hands in front of him. She grasped them and slowly got to her feet, concentrating her own body weight on her healthy leg. As the brunette clung to the tree to keep her balance, Korkmaz slipped the moccasins onto her sand-shod feet.

Defne was embarrassed by her predicament. At the same time, she felt grateful that Selim had taken care of her and treated her wound. She wouldn't have been able to handle it on her own due to the high anxiety she felt at the sight of blood.