Güvnes OneShots

In Zafer's Basement

Everything happened so fast. At first, they were out for hours. Or it seemed like hours. And when some men returned them, they were badly beaten.

I was out of myself with worry. After a quick check on both of them, I couldn't contain the renewed angriness inside of me anymore and I started lashing out at our captors.

- Neslihan, stop.

Güven tried to alert me but I was too cranky to care and continued lashing at them.

- NESLIHAN!

I turned back to him and could barely register him and Ali trying to uphold themselves.

- WHAT, GÜVEN? WHAT?

The sound of a gun getting pulled paralyzed me and I looked back at the men only to watch one of them about to pull the trigger. Two bodies coming at the same time from each of my sides tried to shield me.

The one at my right pushed away the one at my left and took all of the blast falling backwards straight into my arms. We both fell to the ground in a mess of arms and legs entwined.

- Güven? Oh my God, Güven!

- Dad!

The blood was oozing off of him so fast and scaring me. The men had just left the room and left us there without any form of aid to minimize the critical situation. The sound of the door closing took me off of my shocked state.

- Hey!

Yaman ran after them. He fought with the doorknob until he broke it. Then started hitting the door and screaming at it non stop. His despair and restlessness were palpable but I couldn't help him right now, Güven needed me more.

- You need to see if it has an exit wound too.

- Shh, Güven. I know, I know all of that. Please, don't tire yourself out.

And turning him a little on my lap, I looked at for any exit wound but couldn't find anything. I was thankful for that, since it was one less bleeding wound, but now I needed to worry about internal bleeding. He grunted when I adjusted him back against me. His breathing was getting tired easily.

Ali was still kicking the door and the sounds of the mess he was making seemed to have reached him for he tried to lift his head searching for our son. I tried to intervene.

- Yaman...

I passed the hand that I wasn't currently using to stop his bleeding at his chest calming him down.

- Hey, don't worry. He's fine. No shooting wounds. He's just worrying about you. You know how he gets.

He grabbed my arm and locked his eyes on mine.

- And you? Are you fine?

More tears welled up in my eyes. Of course he would act selfless even now. An overwhelming wave of entangled feeling hit me and the words left my mouth before I had time to process.

- I can't lose you. Please, Güven. Don't you dare leave me. Listen, I can live with not having you but I won't survive living in a world where you aren't there at all. Please.

He began to lift his hand to touch my face when the fighting sounds stopped.

- Daddy?

It seemed like the adrenaline was leaving all of our bodies for good and the tragic aspect of our reality was sinking in. The scene in front of me was truly disheartening. Ali was hugging his father's body and crying like a little boy. His hands was grabbing him desperately as if he could stop the life from leaving him only if he kept holding extremely tight to Güven.

My state wasn't better. I have to ordered myself to breathe and to take control of the situation many times because my hands couldn't stop shaking above his wound. Ali and I took our time reversing keeping the pressure over it until he coughed and confessed what I was fearing to hear.

- Neslihan, I'm cold.

His weak voice shook me to the core and propelled the tears to start falling down my face again.

- Shh, don't worry. We'll warm you up very quickly. Please, don't strain yourself anymore.

As the bleeding hadn't stop yet, I took off my coat and laid it above him. Ali saw me doing it and did the same with his.

- Ali, use your coat to press hard down on his wound, ok son? We need to stop the bleeding if we want to have any chance to save your father.

When he brought his hands over Güven's wound, he made a terrible hurting sound and Ali resumed his crying.

- I'm sorry, dad. I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I'm sorry. Please, don't leave me. Please.

Güven weakly searched for our son hands and held on to them.

- You're not guilty. You're the most innocent of us all, remember? I hope you can forgive me, son.

I hugged him against me more strongly. My hands ran through his hair, not really caring about the blood stains I was leaving behind. I kissed the side of his head just as much as Ali was kissing his hands. Sending a silent prayer with each kiss.

- Shhh, Güven. Stop it altogether. You need to save your energy, ok?

My tears were falling down his face, where I had lay my head against his.

- Neslihan, I'm sorry.

I buried my face in his neck and cried hard, repeating my refusals and regrets against his skin.

- No. No. No. I'm the one who is sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my love. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have believed in my father's misdeeds. I should've fight for you, for us. But I need you to know this, I love you too, okay? I never stopped and never will. It was always you, Güven.

His eyes were shinning with unfallen tears. I kept praying I would still get to see the light on those beautiful eyes for many years ahead.

- I only wanted more time with you. With both of you.

He made an attempt of saying more but the coughing got worse and blood started falling down from his mouth before he went completely still.

- GÜVEN!

- DAD!