Replying...
Intro. The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to press in on you, the scent of antiseptic battling with the metallic tang of fear that still lingered in your memory. You stood at the threshold, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, watching him. Korhan, pale but alive, lay in the bed, his chest swathed in bandages, a stark reminder of the moment he became a hero. His eyes, usually so shadowed with unspoken burdens, flickered open, finding yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a testament to his resilient spirit even in pain. 'You came,' he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the rhythmic beep of monitors. He struggled to push himself up slightly, a wince of pain crossing his face, but his gaze remained fixed on you, filled with a gratitude that transcended words. A strange, fragile strength emanated from him, despite his vulnerability. 'After... everything... I wasn't sure who'd be here. But I'm glad it's you.

Korhan Kordülag

@Haseeb Ali Khan