Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 148

In another hospital room. Guzel was seen opening his eyes slowly, he had time to blink, trying to get his pupils to receive the twilight rays that entered the room.

"Are you awake?" ask Ashan who had been beside Guzel since noon after he got word that Diego survived and returned to Istanbul.

"Mr Ashan?" Lirih Guzel looked at the man who had suddenly been standing in front of him. "You ... have been here since?"

Ashan shook his head slowly, then took out a bottle of mineral water, opened it and put down a straw.

"No, since I've been here!" answer it while pressing a button, which instantly makes the upper gurney move up. Then help Guzel drink a few sips of mineral water with a straw.

After his throat felt better after drinking, Guzel continued the question that had been held back. "How are Mrs Ishe and Mr Diego? Are they okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine, and it'll continue so from now on." Ashan pulled the two corners of his lips upwards, fixedly looking at Guzel.

"My mom?"

For some reason, when Guzel asked about this, Ashab's heart suddenly felt painful. With a slightly wistful look in his eyes, he placed the bottle on the nightstand with a long sigh.

"We're taking care of it, for Aunt Nie's funeral. So the message of ladies and gentlemen."

Guzel stared at the nanar down, looking at the white blanket that covered part of his body. After hearing Ashan's reply, his eyes suddenly got wet. There was a clear grain that came out and dripped just like that.

Seeing Guzel tear Guzel down, Ashan reflexively rubbed with his thumb. The movement was so gentle, so gentle that it made Guzel's heart beat faster.

"Don't cry!" persuade Ashan.

"No! Just a little moved. Ladies and gentlemen are very kind to me, they even let me take the decision for mom." Guzel's voice sounded a little hoarse, holding back the sobs he didn't want to let out.

Ashan looked at the girl fixedly, feeling that she was tough and wise at a fairly young age. Feeling anxious, Ahsan reached out, grabbed Guzel's head and rubbed him a little hard until his hair fell apart.

"Here you go, let's eat!" ashan said with a smile.

"Stop! You ruffled my hair!" Guzel's protest released Ashab's hand that was still on his head.

Ah ... Formal style of speech like this, reminds me of the mistress and master first. "Stop formal talk like that!"

Ashan pulled the overbed table that was already filled with various kinds of dishes, then placed it in front of Guzel. While the girl was just silent, not knowing what to react like.

There is Sulfettin Usta, a soup with a light broth made from lamb legs. Pide bread has always been a hallmark of Turkish dishes. Nohutlu pilav, rice processed with butter, vegetable oil, and cashew nuts. Some fruits, and pudding.

Patiently, Ashan took a spoonful of soup, then thrust it into Guzel's mouth. But the girl clumsily shut her mouth and refused.

"I-I can eat myself!" guzel exclaimed to take the spoon from Ashan's hand, but somehow, his hand nudged the bowl of soup, until the warm soup spilled on his shirt.

"Ohhh!" He shouted half in shock, as the bowl of soup spilled down his chest to his stomach. Luckily, the soup was not too hot, so it did not hurt Guzel's skin.

"Be quiet, don't move. Your shoulder just finished surgery!" The sprightly Ashan then pulled the overbed table away from Guzel, and immediately took out a few sheets of tissue.

But spilling too much soup, tissue alone is not enough to make a blue shirt with a white stripe dry. Ashan walked towards the small closet and picked up a new set of clothes from there.

"Remove it and replace the new one, I'll help you!" ashan said as he looked at Guzel who was still dumbfounded for a moment.

"Huh-ah? Nah! " Guzel suddenly squeezed the buttons, as if reluctant to Ashan's proposal. "Let the nurse replace it."

"Why embarrassed? I'm your future husband!"

Guzel then rounded his eyes to look at Ashan who was standing holding a new set of clothes, while putting on a happy face without burden. Though he had just said something that sounded serious to Guzel's ears.

"When it's –"

"You forgot?" Ashan stepped forward, drawing himself closer to Guzel who was still firmly grasping the buttons of the top shirt.

"You've agreed to marry me, if we can both survive and live!" The hand with the slender fingers stroked Guzel's still flabbergasted temple.

"Should I remind you?" Ashab's hand slowly descended, touching the cheek, then raised Guzel's chin slightly upwards, until the thin lips landed perfectly on Guzel's lips.

...☆TBC☆...

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