Eda & Serkan knew each other as children, but life drifted them apart. Once best friends, they fall back into their usual rapport when Serkan comes home. Yet, Eda isn't as transparent as she used to be. And what she keeps to herself might be more th...
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Eda shifted restlessly in bed.
Ayfer wasn't breathing. Eda could see her mother lying on the bed as they attempted to revive her. Tears were rolling down the girl's cheeks. The nurse tried to usher them out of the room.
This was her fault.
A sharp pain made Eda contort her body in pain.
"What's going on, Eda?" Aydan asked, seeing the distressed expression of the young woman before her.
"I don't know, Teyze. It hurts. It really hurts," she affirmed, touching her stomach. A wave of nausea and horror hit her.
"You're bleeding, Eda! You must have pulled your stitches...."
"No," Eda stopped her.
"Eda?" Aydan asked when Eda didn't explain herself.
"Something's wrong. The ba—the baby is coming," Eda struggled to say. "It's too soon. It's too soon," she cried.
Aydan looked at Eda in terror, calling a nurse to assist her.
"How far along are you?" Dr. Patil asked Eda once he turned his attention to her, having managed to get Ayfer's vitals stable again.
"The doctor at the hospital in Şile said not quite seven months," she paused as a contraction came.
"Your baby is in distress," the doctor informed as he examined Eda. "When was your last ultrasound?"
Eda hadn't had an ultrasound until this morning, and she'd been unconscious when it had happened. Her baby's heart rate was erratic. Seeing the monitor beating faster and faster on the screen made Eda break into sobs.
"Maybe we should contact the baby's father," the nurse told Aydan.
Eda shook her, "No. Please," she pleaded.
Aydan observed Eda's usually tempered and composed expression, already shaken by Ayfer's situation, turn into complete anguish. The older woman realized at that moment that the girl whose hand she held admitted, in shame, what Aydan had long been suspecting.
The nurse looked at Aydan for direction, "My son is overseas. He won't make it in time," she informed her, then placed a kiss on top of Eda's head.
Another contraction.
Eda's cries resounded through the room.
"The baby is crowning," the nurse informed the doctor.
"It's too soon, Teyze," Eda continued to repeat. "It's too soon," she howled as the pain of the contractions consumed her.
