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mrsgreenworld · 4 years ago

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Whoo-hoo!!! Finally! The second chapter of "A Technicality" is here. Hope you enjoy it as much as the first part 🤞

I don't own the show or any of the characters. All of them belong to the writers, production company and FOX channel. This is only fanfiction.

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A Technicality. Chapter 2

Serkan tried really hard to blink through the fog before his eyes. There was a strange noise ringing in his ears. The sound of a familiar voice got to him through the noise:

"Serkan, canım benim, can you hear me?..."

And then:

"How long is he gonna be like this?"

He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Look! He closed his eyes! Serkan? Dear? Can you hear me? Please, look at me!"

Serkan opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times, before he finally managed to focus on the first thing in his line of vision - his mother's worried face.

Aydan Bolat looked distressed to say the least. She also looked like someone with no tears left to cry. Serkan's heart squeezed painfully at the thought. He dragged his eyes from his mother to glance around. It seemed like he was in a hospital room, with him half-sitting, half-lying on a hospital bed, an IV attached to his left arm.

"Mom? What's going on? How did I get here?" he croaked out.

His voice sounded strangely dry and rough, even to his own ears.

"Hold on a second, I will get you some water," Aydan Hanım grabbed a water cup with a straw from a nightstand near the bed.

Serkan took the cup from his mother's hands and started gulping down a chilly liquid, foregoing the straw.

"Careful, dear! You're gonna choke like that!"

Serkan didn't really seem to care. He greedily emptied the cup and then just blindly handed it back to his mother. Upon looking around once again, Serkan noticed a nurse, who was checking something in his medical chart.

"I will let the doctor know your son came around," the nurse addressed his mother and left the room.

"Mom, can you tell me what's happening? Why am I here?" Serkan inquired yet again.

"Well, you went into shock. You just froze and were completely unresponsive so Engin had to bring you to the hospital".

"I went into shock?" Serkan repeated dumbly.

His mother just nodded mutely and a shadow fell over her face.

"You called me. You called me and you said..."

Serkan felt all of it coming back to him - the overwhelming fear and crippling pain brought by his mother's words, the words she had said to him over the phone - "I am so sorry, dear".

"You said you were sorry. Why? Why were you sorry?"

"Canım benim, please, you need to calm down!"

"What's happening? Where is she? Where is Eda?" he almost yelled the last question.

"She's alive!" his mother did yell the words, grabbing Serkan by the shoulders and making him look at her.

"She's alive," Aydan Hanım repeated, lowering her voice.

Serkan nodded and exhaled loudly.

"But..."

"But?"

Aydan Hanım cupped one of Serkan's cheeks, while tears started running down her own.

"There was a car accident. She was driving. Then something broke down, I guess. She crossed to the oncoming traffic lane. Her car crashed head-on into a truck".

"Her car? Her car broke down?" Serkan mumbled.

A hysterical laughter bubbled up in his throat. Her car. God, he hated it with passion. How many times had it broken down before? How many times had he told her to fix it? Why hadn't she done it? Why hadn't he insisted on just getting rid of the damn thing and buying her a new car?

Serkan rubbed at one of his temples, where he felt a splitting headache had started to form.

"How do you... How do you know all of this?"

"Me and Seyfi, we were visiting Ayfer Hanım, when she got a phone call from the hospital. When they managed to get Eda out of the car, they checked her phone for the emergency contacts. Obviously, her aunt was the first one," Aydan Hanım explained.

Serkan nodded in understanding.

"Where is she now? You said she is alive. So everything is fine. She's gonna be fine, right?"

Aydan Bolat gave her son a look that he didn't like one bit.

"Canım, her heart was not beating when the ambulance came. They managed to bring her back, but... she flatlined twice on the way to the hospital. And now she's still in the surgery".

"No... no-no-no... what... what are you saying? What do you mean she flatlined? And how... why is she still in the surgery?"

Serkan knew he was rambling and spiralling and basically not making any sense. But what his mother had told him was making even less sense. No, it was - all of it - just one big cosmic joke. None of it was real.

Serkan grabbed at the needle, attaching his arm to the IV, just ripped the thing out and hustily got up from the bed.

"Serkan, baby, what are you doing? Where are you going? You need to rest, to calm down. You cannot go anywhere in such a state!" his mother tried to reason with him.

"I need to see Eda. Where is she?"

"I told, you, canım, she's in the surgery. They won't let you see her".

"Where is the surgery?"

"Darling..."

"Where is it, Mom???!!!" Serkan yelled, making his mother jump and yelp quietly.

"Sorry. I am sorry, Mom," Serkan apologized immediately for his outburst. "But I need to get there. Please, show me which surgery she is in. I need to be as close to her as I can get".

"Tamam, canım," his mother relented.

They left the hospital room and Serkan saw Engin, Pırıl as well as Leyla and Seyfi waiting at the door.

"Are you ok, Abi? We were worried about you," Engin said, his voice strained with concern.

"I am not the one you should be worried about," Serkan dropped, striding with purpose.

When all of them got to the surgery Aydan Hanım said Eda was in, Serkan saw the girls - all in various state of distress. Ayfer Hanım was restless, pacing in front of the sliding doors, leading to the surgery room. When she noticed Serkan and all the others approaching, she stopped.

"And what are you doing here?"

"You know what we are doing here. We are all worried about Eda," Serkan responded calmly, trying to remain understanding. "Do you have any news? Has the doctor come out to talk to you?"

"And who are you to ask me that?" Ayfer Hanım scoffed right into his face.

It was the contempt she said the words with that got to Serkan.

"Who am I? You want to know who I am? I am the man whose whole damn life is right there now, behind these doors!"

Serkan felt his mother touch his arm.

"Canım, please, calm down".

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? When I might very well be losing everything?!"

"All of us here are losing her, you know," Ayfer Hanım's resigned voice pulled Serkan's attention back to her.

"Well, I am the only one who won't survive it," Serkan told with raw honesty, looking her dead in the eye.

He wondered what exactly Ayfer Yıldız saw in his eyes in that moment. What was it exactly that made her nod mutely? Was it a primal terror? Or hot agony? Cold desperation? Maybe his bleeding loving heart? Or, perhaps, all of it, all at once?...

Whatever that was, it allowed Serkan and his mother, along with all the others, to stay and wait. Wait for any scrap of news, any sign that Eda was gonna be ok.

Two hours later the doors, keeping Eda from Serkan and everyone else, finally opened and a completely run down doctor came out. Everyone got into motion, surrounding the doctor and talking over each other, bombarding a poor man with questions.

"Friends, please, calm down. I will answer all the questions to Eda Hanım's immediate family. Who's her next of kin?" the doctor asked.

"I am. I am her aunt," Ayfer Hanım said.

The doctor looked at everyone else, who had formed quite a crowd.

"These are all close friends, some are pretty much family. You can say whatever you have to say with everyone present," Ayfer Hanım commented.

The doctor nodded.

"Ok, then. Eda Hanım received some very serious injuries in the accident. There's head trauma, a punctured lung, fractured and broken bones. There is a chance of permanent damage to her musculoskeletal system. The next few hours will be critical".

"So, what... what do we do now?" Serkan asked nervously.

"I suggest you pray," the doctor said with a morbid expression on his face.

Ayfer Hanım let out a loud sob. All Serkan could hear were cries, sobs and pained whines of various volume and intensity.

"What... what do you mean pray? That's your advice? What kind of doctor are you?" Serkan started attacking the man in white.

"Tamam, canım, calm down. It's not the doctor's fault. I am sure he's done everything he could," his mother tried to placate him.

"Well, it's not enough, obviously! We need another doctor! We have to find the best doctors!"

"Ok, we will. We will," his mother said soothingly.

She mouthed an apology to the doctor and took Serkan by the arm to drag him aside.

"You're not going to help Eda by attacking her doctor. We need to stay calm and strong, for her sake. Okay?" Aydan Bolat addressed her son.

Serkan exhaled loudly, all anger and frustration leaving him along with breath.

"Okay, canım?" his mother asked, peering at him intently.

"Okay. But I want to hear what other doctors have to say. We need to find the best ones".

"We will. Leave it to me. I will take care of it".

Serkan nodded and in that very moment the doors to the surgery slid open once again and two nurses rolled out a gurney with Eda.

Everyone moved, trying to get closer to Eda, while the nurses told to stay away and let them take her to a room in intensive care unit. Serkan was looking at the scene, transfixed, rooted to the spot. He couldn't bring himself to move closer. Because it wasn't Eda over there, it couldn't be. So small, her head bandaged, face littered with cuts and scratches.

Serkan felt someone squeeze his hand and turned his head, only to see his mother's face, wet from tears and shadowed by grief.

"I will start making calls now. We'll get the best doctors for Eda. She's gonna be okay," despite the tears, Aydan Bolat's voice didn't waver.

Serkan could only nod mutely, willing his mother's words to come true.

Please, let her be okay.

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The next few days were filled with torturous wait and useless doctors. None of the ones his mother had found were any good. All of them said the same things. So Serkan took it upon himself to find the best of the best. He organised a private flight on his jet for a surgeon from America. The surgeon was said to be one of his kind, the best in the world. If he wasn't able to help, then no one would.

However, the prodigy doctor told pretty much what all other doctors had said. How there was only so much medicine could do, how they had to just wait, hope for a miracle and pray.

After the talk with the doctor Serkan just couldn't stand being inside the hospital anymore, so he went out for some fresh air. That's how his mother found him - pacing in front of the main entrance, rubbing at his temples, contemplating what to do next.

Aydan Bolat approached her son carefully, as one would a wild and wounded animal.

"Canım..."

"Not now, Mom! I want to be left alone. I need to think. I need to find a way, find the best doctor who will help us".

"Serkan, my baby boy, that is the best doctor. And he said..."

"I don't care what he said! We'll find another one, a better one. He's not the best if he cannot help".

"Canım, sometimes no one can help. Even the best. There's nothing anyone can do..."

"Stop it! I don't wanna hear it! If you cannot help, then just... Don't say anything at all".

Aydan Hanım put her hands up in surrender.

"Okay, as you wish".

"Just... Don't ask me to give up".

"I am not asking you to give up. I will never ask you to give up. And I will never, ever, do it myself. But I need you to accept the reality of what's happening".

Serkan stopped his mad pacing and turned to his mother. Aydan Bolat saw the look of absolute defeat on her son's face.

"How did I allow this to happen? Why did I allow it?" Serkan muttered dejectedly.

"What?... Darling, it was an accident, you couldn't have possibly..."

"I am not talking about the accident, Mom".

Aydan Hanım furrowed her brows in confusion.

"How did I allow myself to become so dependent on her? I haven't even noticed when I completely lost myself in her. And now... Oh god, Mom... I cannot breathe".

Serkan rubbed at his chest, where he had been feeling tightness for days, ever since he woke up on the day of Eda's accident. It felt as if he had a steel band around his sternum and it was getting tighter with every new day Eda remained unconscious.

"Oh, my dear boy..." Aydan Hanım uttered with a sob and pulled Serkan into a tight hug.

"That's the thing about love... It's completely out of our control. It takes over us, over our minds, bodies and souls... But it's not necessarily a weakness. You can turn it into your strength. Because, while you feel like you're dependent on Eda, she's also dependent on you, she's connected to you. So you have to stay strong, for her. This way she will be able to draw that strength from you".

Aydan Hanım rubbed at Serkan's back, then squeezed him and moved away, in order to look into his eyes.

"Okay?"

Feeling slightly better and stronger, Serkan nodded.

"Okay".

"Great! And now go home, you've been here for days".

"What? No, I..."

"Go home! Because, honestly, dear, you need a shower. It won't be very nice if Eda wakes up and you stink, will it?"

Serkan let out a small chuckle, even if it lacked any real joy.

"Go. Even Ayfer Hanım went home to get changed. We will be here. Me and Seyfi. The girls are here".

"Okay. But if anything, and I mean anything, changes - you call me".

"I will, I promise".

Serkan glanced at the hospital entrance and reluctantly moved to his car.

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Serkan felt sunlight on his face and warm breath on his neck. He peered his eyes open. She was here - alive, breathing and smiling at him. He brushed his hand over her dark hair, then over her smooth shoulder and down her bare back. He let his eyes wander over her face, trying to commit every tiny detail to his memory. The flutter of her long lashes, the buzzing energy in her deep chocolate eyes, the perfect curve of her mouth, the dimples that revealed themselves every time she rewarded him with one of her pearly smiles.

"What are you thinking about?" her quiet voice reached him.

"You. Always you. And what are you thinking about?"

Her smile got impossibly wide and painfully happy.

"Us".

He wanted to say something but a strange noise got his attention. And Eda's face turned blurry, as if she was a mirage that started dissolving.

"No-no-no... Please, stay..."

... A loud knock pulled Serkan from his dream, constructed by his memories and partially - by his wishful thinking. He was alone, the space near him empty and his arms Edaless. Serkan pulled himself up with a groan. He didn't remember falling asleep. He must have been more tired than he thought.

Another loud knock echoed in the big living space and Serkan had to leave the couch and move to the door. Once he reached it, he saw Balca through the glass, smiling at him cautiously. Serkan pulled the door open.

"Balca? What are you doing here?"

"Hello! Sorry for coming unannounced but you weren't answering your phone. So I got worried. And there are some issues at the office, actually. That's why I was calling in the first place".

Work issues sounded like a great way to take his mind off things. So Serkan moved to let Balca in. She came inside and closed the door. He motioned with his hand towards the couches.

"Take a sit. Can I get you something?"

"Well, actually, I brought you a special tea. It really helps in situations like... Well, it helps me in stressful situations. I thought I could brew it for you?"

"Well, that's very... thoughtful of you, thank you".

Serkan felt confused and a little uneasy but brushed it off. So what if it was something he would never do? People were different, there were different ways of helping someone. Eda had taught him that much. So he showed Balca to the kitchen area and told where to find cups and everything else she needed. While Balca was preparing her magical tea, Serkan was studying the files that she had brought.

"Okay... ready," Balca's voice pulled him from his work.

Serkan lifted his head from the files. Balca took two steaming cups in her hands and motioned behind him, to the couches.

"Maybe we should sit over there? You will be more comfortable".

Serkan shrugged indifferently but collected the papers and followed Balca to one of the couches. He took one of the cups that she offered to him with a muttered "Thank you".

They started looking through the documents together. Serkan sipped at his tea every now and then, and after a while he felt his body relax. Maybe Balca's tea was indeed magical.

"Thank you," Serkan said, once they discussed everything and Balca put all the papers away.

"I mean, for keeping me updated about what's going on in the office. And the tea. And for... for not asking me if I am ok".

"Well, I hate it myself. I mean, people asking if I am okay, when being okay is so clearly impossible," Balca told him with a small smile.

Serkan nodded and rubbed a hand over his eyes, that suddenly started feeling heavy.

"Let me get these cups," he heard Balca say.

The next moment he felt himself drift, his head pulling him down, eyes drooping. The last thing he registered was a warm hand on his face and a light kiss.

"Eda..." he muttered.

"Sweet dreams, my love".

(to be continued...)

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