Sahra Suskun
After several attempts, I managed to open my eyes. Looking around, I recognized my surroundings—I was in the station infirmary. Ortaç stood by the window, hands in his pockets, his expression thoughtful and calm. I watched him from the side for a moment, trying to piece together why I was there. My memories were foggy, and confusion clouded my mind.
"Ortaç," I called out softly.
He turned immediately and came to my side. "How are you, my dear? You're back to normal now, right?"
"My brain feels like mush, Ortaç. What happened to me?"
"Good, you're speaking properly now," he said with evident relief.
"Speaking properly?" I questioned, bewildered.
"Never mind, I'll explain later. There was an attack on the station, and unfortunately, you were injured—your left leg."
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