chapter7
629 Words
She tried with all her strength to sit up and rush out of the bed, but the moment her torso moved, a sharp, blinding pain exploded in her head, turning the world black before her eyes. The nurse hurried forward in alarm to gently pin her back against the pillow, while the doctor spoke in a firm yet calm voice, forcing her to focus:“Listen to me carefully and stay calm so your wound doesn’t reopen… Someone found you in a critical condition. You were injured and covered in blood. That person brought you to the hospital. Good people saved your life at the last moment. You’re safe now.”She shook her head violently as hot tears streamed down her pale cheeks.“I don’t remember anything! My mind is empty… completely empty!”The doctor fell silent for a moment, observing her nervous breakdown, then exchanged a quick glance with his colleague and began firing a series of rapid questions, trying to stimulate any dormant memory cells in her brain:“Your father’s name?”The girl answered in a choked voice, “I don’t know.”“Your mother’s name?”She breathed with difficulty, her eyes lost. “I don’t know.”“Your home address? Or the city you lived in?”“I don’t know!”“Try to remember… any phone number? A friend? A relative? Anyone?”“I don’t know… I don’t know!”With every question, the answer came out like a desperate gunshot, laced with the same terrified tone, until complete panic took over her body. She began trembling uncontrollably under the blanket.After a long, exhausting series of quick tests and preliminary neurological examinations—checking pupil response and basic indicators—the doctors finally left the room, leaving the nurse to calm her and administer a sedative through the IV.Outside the room, in the quiet, protected corridor, deep worry and gloom dominated the faces of the entire medical team.The head doctor sighed heavily, tucked the medical file under his arm, and said to his colleague:“The situation is complicated… The severe injury she sustained to the temporal lobe has caused severe and complete retrograde amnesia.”The other doctor asked anxiously, “Is this loss temporary? Or could this blank page ever be recovered?”The head doctor shook his head with hesitation and uncertainty, glancing through the glass at the girl whose eyes were beginning to close under the effect of the sedative.“In cases like this… we can’t be certain of anything. It could take days, months, or perhaps… she may never remember her past for the rest of her life.”Less than half an hour after the doctors left the white room with heavy expressions, Fatih stood in one of the hospital’s isolated, sterilized corridors. The hallway was quiet, disturbed only by the distant echo of nurses’ footsteps.He held his phone with a slightly trembling hand and pressed the direct, private number of his boss.The call connected almost instantly, as if the other side had been waiting for this exact moment.Yaqub Al-Rashid’s deep, sharp, and commanding voice came through, as curt as always:“Speak. Tell me the news.”Fatih swallowed hard, cleared his throat, and looked through the glass partition at the girl who had surrendered to sleep once again under the influence of the sedatives. He said directly, without preamble:“Sir… the girl regained consciousness a short while ago.”The loud music in the background suddenly grew distant as Yaqub moved away from the nightclub hall and into his private office. A heavy silence stretched across the phone line for several seconds.Yaqub listened with intense focus.“Now tell me everything the doctors said.”
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