Morning light slowly filtered through the curtains, filling the hospital room with a soft, calm glow.
Everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
Nayza's fingers moved slightly.
Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light.
For a moment, everything felt blurry.
Heavy.
Then—
Her gaze shifted.
Doruk.
He was sitting on the couch beside her bed, his head slightly tittle, eyes closed—fast asleep.
He must have stayed like that all night.
Waiting.
A faint smile touched Nayza's lips.
Her voice came out soft, weak.
"Doruk..."
His snapped open instantly.
For a second, he looked confused—
Then he saw her.
Awake.
"Nayza..."
He stood up quickly and moved closer to her bed, relief washing over his face.
"You're awake... finally," he said, his voice filled with genuine happiness.
He didn't stop there.
"How are you? Are you okay? Does it hurt? How are you feeling?" He asked one after another.
His concern was obvious,
"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Nayza listened to him quietly.
Then she smiled.
A soft, tired smile.
"I don't even take this much car of myself..." she said gently,"and you're doing all of this for me."
Doruk let out a small laugh, shaking shaking his head.
"With the condition you're in right now," he said with a light smile,"even your enemy would take care of you."
That made her smile a little more.
After a brief pause, she spoke again.
" I had an accident... on my way to the university."
Doruk frowned slightly.
"How? Where was your attention?"
Nayza looked away for a second.
"Since morning... I was already disturbed," she admitted quietly. "My mother was calling me. I looked toward my phone to pick it up… and that's when the accident happened."
Doruk studies her expression.
"What was bothering you that much?"
Before she could answer—
The door opened.
Leera rushed inside, followed by yesir.
The moment Leera saw Nayza awake—
Her face lit up.
"You're awake!" She said, almost breathless, moving closer immediately.
Without hesitation, she hugged Nayza carefully.
"I'm so happy," she whispered.
Yesir stood beside them, a small relieved smile on his face.
Finally—
A sence of calm.
All four of them sat in the room now.
Listening.
Watching.
Nayza took a slow breath.
"There's something..." she began softly.
Their attention turned fully toward her.
"I haven't been able to move on from my past," she said.
Her voice was calm—
But something undemeath it felt heavy.
"I keep seeing my school friends in my dreams... and they all hate me."
A pause.
"And whenever I see those dreams... I feel... off. Low."
Her fingers tightened slightly over the bedsheet
Silence filled the room.
Leera, Yesir and Doruk exchanged brief glances.
"What happened in your past?" One of them asked softly.
Nayza smiled.
But It wasn't a real smile.
"Leave it," she said lightly. "There's no point in remembering all that."
They didn't push her further.
"Okay," Doruk said gently. "Whenever you feel like telling us... you can."
The other nodded in agreement.
After a moment, Nayza spoke again.
"What did the doctor say about my condition?"
Leera answered this time.
"I talked to the doctor earlier," she said.
"You'll have to stay in the hospital for three weeks."
A small pause.
"And after that... for a few more weeks, you'll have to avoid going out too much."
Nazya blinked slowly.
"So... that means..."
"I won't be able to go to the university for at least a month."
Leera nodded, a little sadly.
"Yes... that's what it means." she added. "Did you tell your parents about the accident?"
"No. They'll just worry, so I don't want to tell them."
But deep down Nayza knew no one would actually care.
Silence settled again.
The day passed slowly.
They talked a little more.
Tried to keep things normal.
But nothing really felt the same.
By evening—
They all decided to leave.
"Take care," Doruk said softly before stepping back.
Leera looked at her one last time before leaving the room.
Yesir gave a small nod.
And just like that—
The room was quiet again.
Days began to pass.
Every day—
They came to visit her.
Sometimes together.
Sometimes one by one.
But they always came.
And slowly—
Nayza started getting better.
Physically.
But inside—
Something still hadn't healed.