You Are My Sunshine
The Part 219
Fatih was on the side of the road. He immediately scooped up Freya who was lying into his lap. The prospective doctor was overwhelmed with shock as well as fear that attacked him in an instant. He scanned the tomboy from head to toe.
His back hair that was usually hidden behind a jacket hat was now disheveled, the corner of his lips was injured, he said, the temple was bruised and the racing jacket torn on the front with the t-shirt that was torn to reveal the bra that was worn by Freya, lucky jeans are still intact wrapped around the lower part of her body.
Fatih grimaced at the sight of the normally formidable tomboy now looking weak. He immediately opened the jacket he was wearing and closed it to the front of Freya's body. Fatih immediately checked her pulse, also checking if Freya was still breathing and lucky signs of life still lingering in her body.
"Freys... Freya, wake! You why Frey?"
Fatih raised her voice full of fear while patting Freya on the cheek, hoping that the tomboy girl would come to her senses, but it seemed like Freya was reluctant to open her eyes, only a small groan sounded even though it was so weak.
"To.. please," he murmured. After saying his words, Freya was completely unconscious.
Fatih felt a warm liquid wash over her arm supporting Freya's head, she peeked for a moment and instantly widened her eyes.
The blood?
Fatih. Without further ado he took Freya in his carrier and then put her in the passenger seat, after which he gased to the hospital where he worked. He wanted to drive as fast as possible, but Fatih held back and continued to drive within reasonable limits. Not funny, if later he also ended up in the hospital because of carelessness on the road when he wanted to help someone who was affected by the disaster.
His breathing roar full of anxiety, sweat manifests on his forehead, he drives while occasionally looking back at Freya's condition. His trip to the hospital this time was as long as it had been for centuries, the effects of fear that had mercilessly invaded him.
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Not to forget, he also asked his co-workers to tell Freya's family by going to her house. Fatih had no contact number for Freya's family, but she drove the tomboy to his front home a while ago.
The patches of blood that began to dry seemed to stain the white T-shirt that Fatih wore. He pulled a chair near Freya's bed and sat there. Then a groan escaped from Freya's lips, it seemed as if the girl was beginning to awaken to bring relief to flood Fatih's soul.
"Akh.." - Freya.
"Frey?" Fatih stood up leaning her body to get closer to Freya's face.
Freya felt her head heavy as if it had been hit by a godam. His outstretched hand touched his own head while grimacing while his eyes were still closed.
"Freys...." Fatih once again called out Freya's name to make sure that the girl had completely regained consciousness.
Slowly Freya opened her eyes. When the net is open he is treated to a white ceiling wall. He blinked his eyes, and looked around before his eyes finally anchored to a figure so close to his face.
"Fa-Fati...."
"You're actually conscious, aren't you Frey? I. I was very worried," he said raspingly full of anxiety.
Freya nodded weakly. In the next second Fatih was no longer able to withstand the explosion of the release wave that had been tormenting in his chest, until impulsively he hugged Freya while crying and muttering, "Thank God...."