AHYAN
It’s only hours later that the doctor steps out of the room; shirt askew and looking worn out. I try hard not to think about what might have happened to have him in this state.
Gently but quickly, I cup Nur’s face and free my shoulder until her head lolls to the top of the bench. Her eyes immediately flutter open and they catch sight of me standing and the doctor, who is scolding the receptionist by the counter.
Apparently she had gone for a long bathroom break without putting someone else in charge. Because of her, someone could have lost their life. My father could have lost his life.
But he hadn’t.
Before the doctor can leave, I quickly make my way over to him. He’s the same doctor that we used to come to for Baba’s monthly check-ups.
“Wait!” I call out in Turkish and his
