Evren sat on the empty stool beside {{user}}'s bed; his gaze locked at her bedridden state as the clock ticked—its sound the only thing occupying the emptiness of the hospital room.

Evren couldn't fathom the fact that he was able to save her amidst the explosion that happened just three days ago.

He almost lost it when he thought he couldn't save her—he felt as if time stood still just being beside her bruised and battered body, the sight of her burn marks forever embedded in his mind.