The family doctor, an older man with a kind but serious expression, checks Seyran's temperature and vitals. Ferit watches with bated breath, desperate for any sign that Seyran will be okay.
Doctor: (calmly but with concern) "Her fever is quite high, but it's good you brought her here quickly. I'll give her something to bring it down, and she'll need to rest. Has she been under a lot of stress lately?"
Ferit swallows hard, guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. He nods, his voice strained.
Ferit: "Yes... she has. It's my fault... all of it. I should have been there for her instead of pushing her away."
The doctor gives him a sympathetic look as he administers medication to Seyran.
Doctor: "These things happen, son. What's important now is that she gets the care and support she needs. Make sure she drinks plenty of fluids and stays warm. She'll be okay, but she'll need time."
Ferit nods, barely able to keep his emotions in check. Once the doctor leaves, Ferit gently tucks Seyran into bed, sitting beside her and holding her hand. The sight of her so vulnerable tears at his heart, and he vows to himself that he'll never let her go through anything like this again.
Ferit: (softly, to himself) "I'll take care of you, Seyran. I'll make up for everything... I swear I will."
Scene Shift: The Next Morning
Seyran slowly wakes up, her body feeling weak but the fever beginning to subside. She blinks, disoriented, and finds herself in her room. Her eyes focus on Ferit, who is sitting beside her, his head resting on the bed as he dozed off, clearly exhausted.
Seeing him there, a mix of emotions floods through her—relief, sadness, and confusion. She gently pulls her hand from his, causing him to stir. He wakes up immediately, his eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of concern and immense relief.
Ferit: (quietly) "Seyran... you're awake. How are you feeling?"
Seyran tries to sit up, but the weakness in her body forces her to stay lying down. She looks at him, her expression unreadable.
Seyran: (hoarse) "I'm... okay, I think."
Ferit reaches out, wanting to help her, but hesitates, unsure if she wants his help. Seyran notices and sighs softly.
Seyran: (weakly) "Thank you... for staying with me."
Ferit nods, guilt and love intertwined in his gaze.
Ferit: "I'll always be here for you, Seyran. I'm so sorry for everything I said... I didn't mean any of it. I was just so lost and hurt, but that's no excuse."
Seyran looks away, the memory of his words still fresh and painful.
Seyran: "It's hard, Ferit. What you said... it broke something in me. I don't know how to fix it."
Ferit's heart sinks, but he knows she's right. He leans forward, his voice trembling with sincerity.
Ferit: "I don't expect you to forgive me overnight. But I'm going to prove to you that I'm not that person. That I can be the man you deserve, the one who loves you and cherishes you. Just... please, let me try. Let me earn back your trust."
Seyran looks at him, seeing the desperation and the deep regret in his eyes. Part of her wants to believe him, but the fear of being hurt again lingers.
Seyran: (softly) "It's not easy, Ferit. I need time... to think, to heal."
Ferit nods, understanding the weight of her words.
Ferit: "Take all the time you need. I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. I'm not going anywhere."
There's a long pause as they both sit in silence, the weight of everything between them heavy in the air. Finally, Seyran closes her eyes, exhaustion taking over.
