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reymir OS {reyyan gets shot}

Preview: Reyyan gets a text from an unknown number that Miran-Aslan are fighting alongside the cliff so she goes there because she’s afraid for Miran.

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“Miran!”

One shot was fired, however, it didn’t come from Miran’s pointed gun. Both Miran and Aslan stilled.

They turned to look at Reyyan standing a few feet away from them, staring at them with hollow eyes and a bloodied hand covering her belly.

Miran couldn’t believe his eyes but he ran to her and caught her in his arms before her knees buckled completely, sliding down with her in his arms.

“Reyyan, Reyyan! Hayir! Reyyan!”

He kept repeating, touching her everywhere with his right hand eventually settling it down on her belly, over her hand.

“Miran..”

He looked up at her eyes.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I know, just hold on. We’re leaving, hold on, lütfen! We’re going to the hospital. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. Just hold on!”

He puts some more pressure on her wound - she jerks and winces - before he picks her up and starts carrying her to his car.

“I wish we’ll meet in another life and everything will be beautiful. Life won’t be so hard for us,” she was speaking so low, Miran could barely hear her.

“We have this life too! Birakma beni. Just hold on, please please Reyyan! Seni seviyorum. Everything will be okay!”

In response, Reyyan’s eyes drifted close but there was a small smile on her face. A tear slid down her cheek from the corner of her right eye.

“Quick, open the door!” He yelled at shocked Aslan standing a few feet away, who follows through. “Take this and drive like a mad man, I don’t care!”

He throws the keys to Aslan who quickly takes up the driving seat while Miran sits in the back with Reyyan in his lap, trying to wake her up by calling her name over and over while putting pressure on her wound with a cloth he had found in his car.

“Birakma beni..”

“Reyyan..”

Miran hadn’t stopped saying those words, his cheeks stained with tears while his arms held the love of his life on the brink of death.

***

Miran sat on the floor, his head in his hands, thinking over every little moment between them right from the very beginning. Over and over again, her stunning smile and her words just kept going through his head. His legs had given up long ago. He didn’t care about anything but Reyyan.

Reyyan, the love of his life. His only person. Reyyan, who kept coming back to him despite everything he made her go through.

Reyyan, his only reason to live.

All he wanted was her to be alive and well; to be happy. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about anything else.

They should’ve left as they had planned. He should’ve been selfish and thought for themselves only. He shouldn’t have let her go far from him. He should’ve listened to her, been there for her.

All of her words came back to him; all the times she had warned him, tried to hold him back from his anger and his rash decisions. All the times she had tried to make him see sense and to protect them first and foremost. He barely got her in his life and he was already losing her.

He looked at his bloodied hands; he was the one responsible for not taking her away when he had the chance.

A nurse rushed out of the operation theatre then, “We need blood for the patient, unfortunately, the hospital has no more reserves for her blood type. Is there anyone with the same blood group?”

Miran was about to volunteer but he knew he wasn’t a match. He looked at Hazar but he shrugged helplessly and shook his head.

“Zehra isn’t a match for Reyyan either, Reyyan shares the same blood group as her real dad.”

“Tamam I’ll go get it! Don’t let anything happen to her, I’m gonna strange everything!”

Miran yelled and was about to head out to search and get things arranged when Mahfuz came rushing in.

“I’m a match for her, let’s go.”

Nobody said anything as the nurse led Mahfuz away.

“Allahim, what do I do? I have a daughter fighting between life and death, an unconscious pregnant wife and a sick daughter at home. Please help me, please help!”

Please let her live, please let Reyyan come back to me, safe and sound. Please let me see her smile again, let me hear her heartbeat again.

Firat took hold of Miran and dragged him to sit on one of the hospital chairs, patting his back and being a human rock for him. The only person who has always stood by him under all circumstances.

****

“She’s out of danger but we’re going to keep her under observation for 24 hours. Only one person can stay with her, granted they don’t cause the patient any stress. We like to believe a loved one being near help the patient get better,” the doctor said as soon as he came out.

There was no question of who was gonna stay. Miran was already heading in when Hazar called out to him.

“Miran.. please take care of my daughter.”

Miran nodded at him and went in with the doctor.

“Doctor bey, can I ask you for a favour?”

The doctor looked at him quizzically.

Miran swallowed, “This is going to sound unethical but for the sake of both my wife and I, can you please say she lost the baby?”

Even saying that - the possibility of it ever being real - shattered his heart but he had to do it. To protect Reyyan.

May Allah never have them go through the pain of losing a child.

“But she’s not pregnant.”

Miran nodded, “I know that and she knows that but it was a lie we had to say for some reasons. So, I would be insanely grateful to you if yo keep it as it is and just tell them what I said. For Reyyan’s sake, please do that and keep a cover over this lie.”

Miran didn’t want to repeat the unfortunate, heartbreaking thing again. It hurt him. He just wanted to get over this nightmare and have Reyyan back to him.

The doctor nodded, “It’s not ethical but I will do it for the sake of my patient’s health.”

Miran sighed, “It’s only for her. Thank you.”

The first look at Reyyan in the hospital bed with wires sticking to her body and her looking pale almost broke him. He leaned against the wall and clutched his heart; he couldn’t breathe knowing it was his fault she was there, it was his fault she got shot and almost died. Knowing that he almost lost her forever. He would die. There was no question about it. He would literally die without Reyyan.

Miran shook his head slightly, she was okay, she was alive and well. She’ll be better in no time.

He took small steps towards the bed, gingerly sitting down on the chair and just gazed at her face. Exhaustion was etched across her serene face. Tears kept streaking down his face as he looked at her face, then the place of her heart with the wires attached, then trailing down to her frail hand resting on her belly.

Reyyan’s heart had held through so many things, so many betrayals, lies and broken promises. No wonder a bullet was nothing in comparison for the amount of heartbreaks she had already been through.

He didn’t know if he could touch her. He didn’t want to get anything wrong or messed up. He almost lost her, he couldn’t take any chances.

“You can hold her hand, she’s doing fine. It might give her some strength as well,” the nurse whispered to him with a smile and a nod before leaving the room.

Miran was so gentle, so cautious with his first touch. It was barely a brush. And then a stroke, eventually turning into a soft caress over her fingers. He took her hand in both of his hands, cradling it with utmost care, before bending down and pressing a feather-light kiss on her fingers, one for each.

“Thank you for not leaving me. And I’m so sorry for everything. From now on, I don’t care about anything else except you. Everything will be okay. Just hold tight. Seni çok seviyorum, Reyyan. Always. Don’t leave me without your light, meleğim.”

***

Miran woke up to Reyyan’s fingers moving around his cheek. It was just a slight stir, barely there but his eyes fluttered open the moment it happened.

“Reyyan!”

She hadn’t opened her eyes and was visibly struggling a little bit. Miran caressed her hair and face, his thumb constantly moving across her cheek.

“Reyyan, bitanem. It’s okay, I’m here. Rest some more. Everything will be fine.”

There was a slight shake of her head, barely there, before she opened her eyes slowly.

The first thing she saw was Miran hovering over her with tear-stained cheeks. She tried to lift up her hand to touch his face but everything felt so heavy and exhausting. She couldn’t do much. But Miran noticed her fingers trying to reach up so he intertwined their fingers softly and pressed a little kiss to her forehead, lulling her back to sleep.

The next time she woke up, Hazar and Zehra were in the room while Miran was nowhere to be found. Zehra was laying on the couch while Hazar was sitting on her bedside.

“Kizim! We’re so thankful that nothing happened to you. We’re so, so grateful that you came back to us.”

Hazar tried to come forward to kiss her forehead but Reyyan held her hand up lowly. He saw it and stopped.

Hazar nodded, “You’re right. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve to hug or kiss you and I definitely don’t deserve your love. But I’m sorry, Reyyan. I’m so, so sorry for everything you’ve been through because I wasn’t a good enough father.”

Zehra woke up just then and came towards Reyyan.

“Reyyan, how are you feeling? Are you okay?”

Reyyan nodded, “I am. Please don’t worry and go home. It’s not good for you to be here.”

Just then Miran came in.

“Is Reyyan awake?” He rushed in and headed straight for her, cradling her face in his hands. “Are you doing okay? Are you hurting?”

She gave him her most genuine smile, “It does hurt. A lot.”

Miran sighed, “I’m sorry.”

She turns to Hazar, “I’m not going to stay away from Miran anymore. I’ve done everything that all of you have wanted but no more. And I also don’t want to see or meet anyone anymore except Gül. That’s all.”

Miran stands at the side, “Reyyan..”

She turned to him, “And if you don’t want to be with me then tell me and I’ll leave..”

Miran cut her off, “Of course I want you, Reyyan, what sort of question is that?”

She moved a bit on the bed and winces harshly, her eyes prickling with tears.

“Tamam stop talking. Go to sleep, we’ll figure out everything later. It will be however you want it, no matter what anyone says or do.”

Reyyan sniffed, “I just don’t want to stay here anymore, amidst all this revenge and hate, especially not when our little family is considered. I’m tired of paying for something I’m not responsible for. I want it to stop hurting.”

Hazar looked at Miran sharply, which didn’t escape Reyyan. Moreover, he held his head in his hands.

There was a moment of silence.

Miran swallowed, “Reyyan.. we lost the baby.”

Reyyan knew there was no baby, she knew it. And yet his words cut her deep inside. It was as if everything she had been through wasn’t enough, now she had to mourn the death of her fake baby as well. Even in her imagination, she wasn’t left alone.

She wanted to wail and cry her heart out, she did but all she could do was look at the ceiling and let tears slip out of her eyes while clutching the bedsheet. She gritted her teeth and tried not to sob because god knows her body was hurting so much. But now, her soul was in aguish and she didn’t know how to deal anymore. She didn’t want to be quiet.

Both Hazar and Zehra had quietly slipped out the door somewhere in between.

A sob finally broke out of her leading to a loud gasp and a wince from the pain of her wound.

“Reyyan, I know you’re tired, I know everything is wrong but lütfen I’m begging you, please calm down. Please think for yourself right now. We’ll have our family, I promise you. Please, please stay with me. Everything will be alright.”

Miran took her hands folded into fists and one by own loosened them up, intertwining his fingers with hers instead. Later he took down the guarding rail on one side and sat on the bed, half laying down. He turned to his side and kissed her tears away, replacing them with little kisses all over. Repeating new promises over and over agin with an assurance that they won’t be broken.

“One day we’ll be so happy we wouldn’t even remember these days.”

“We’ll have babies and we’ll see them grow into little beautiful beings and then adults.”

“Our lives would be full of light, love and happiness. Everything will be okay.”

“It’s enough that you don’t leave me without your breath.”

Over and over again, he kept talking to her while gently caressing and kissing her, hoping it would soothe her heart somehow, and give her some peace despite knowing peace was a foreign emotion to a girl like Reyyan, whose heart had been bruised and broken over and over again. He just hoped she’d carry through it one more time and would hold on for a little more. But he wasn’t sure.

Soon after, Reyyan fell asleep with dried tear streaks on her face and her soft, previously shaking hands clutching Miran’s big ones.

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